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When we arrived at the house I felt almost relieved to be able to get out of that car. It had been so akward, Carries brother talking about his dead sister right in front of me.  Feeling uncomfortable I pretended to be asleep the whole way to the house. When we arrived at the house where Michelle and her grandmother lived I saw Jason’s face light up, just like he did when he saw me, yet this time it was his love for a daughter, not me. 

My thoughts took over me again. 

“Your sick! There’s a little girl in there with no mother, grandparents that don’t want her and a dead great grandmother and all you can feel is jealousy!”

Beating myself down with my thoughts I was brought back to reality with the slam of a door, and the opening of mine in the back seat. Looking up with a snap I saw to my deepest frustration that Jason had already walked inside and I was stuck in the car looking up at Bob, Carries brother. 

I forced a painful smile looking up at his light brown hair and deep brown eyes. 

As I stare at him I push out a soft friendly chuckle thinking to myself

“i really don’t want to be here”

saying 

“So where should I put my stuff”?

Looking at me it appeared as if he was forcing a smile too as he replied 

“O don’t worry about that Ashley, Ill put it up in Carries old room”

Laughing he added 

“When she lived with our grandmother she had Michelle in that room, I hope that wont be uncomfortable for you”. “Im sure it wont”.

Shocked all I could do was smile back as I got up and thanked him for getting my stuff I got out of the car focing myself not to slap him across the face as I passed him to step in front of the house. 

It was a big two story on 2 acres, with a big house and a balcony on the second floor and a porch below it. The yellow wooden house was landscaped by bright green plush grass and flowers in front of the porch splitting where a grey stone walkway led to the steps. Walking up to the little white picket fence I opened the small gate with a creek looking up I saw her. She opened the door Jason in her hand as she looked at me. 

Looking back at her our eyes met, I felt out of place and furious, She looked so innocent.