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-Chapter Two-

 

 

 

 

I thought of throwing something at the door and possibly scaring whoever it was off, in fact I had grabbed a random item off the desk beside me, but instead of throwing it I just set it back down and continued glaring at the door.

A faint knock and a cough set off another eye roll and I slowly made my way over to the door.

“What?” I snapped once I had opened it up a crack.

“May I come in?” Becca asked and I opened the door wider so that she could see my angered stance.

“I am a little busy.” It was a lie, but I was good at lying, in fact I was probably one of the best.

“Well, I just thought it would be nice to know who I would be living with for the next two years.” This girl could’ve passed for twelve with the way she talked; enunciating each syllable and using expression.

“You have two years to figure it out.”

Becca gave up with an “hmph” before sulking away. A triumphant smile spread across my lips as I closed the door and faced my spacious room. Okay, I will admit it, I liked it. The walls were my favorite shade of green and the ivory wood that furnished the room were very nice.

However, I did not like how everything was so neat. I was a messy person and it made me feel like a stranger to my own stuff.

With a big smile I massacred my room. The bed sheets were sprawled across the divan, the shaggy green rug was rumpled, and my objects were scattered around.

“It will do, for now.” I commended opening the door and peeking around the halls. There was no one in sight which meant I was free to roam.

Everything looked like my room had before I had ransacked it; neat and tidy. Even my father’s (and Liza’s) room was spotless, which bothered me because I also had gotten my messy habits from my father. But when it came time to check the other side of the house I found something very strange.

A white room; no I mean it seriously was white!

White walls, white sheets, white everything! How could anyone live, let alone sleep, in this room? During all of my scorning someone must’ve come in because I heard a throat clear behind me.

“What are you doing in my room?” Becca demanded and I arched a perfect dark brow at her.

“This is your room? How the hell do you live in here?”

“First off, I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t curse; secondly, I like the color white.”

“But why, not only is it incredibly boring, but aren’t little girls supposed to like pink?”

“I am not a little girl, I am a young lady.” Becca snuffed with her nose high in the air as if she was proving to me that she was a lady.

I snorted. “Sure.”

 “Look, if I can’t come in your room, then you can’t come in mine so get out!”

“Well, fine, no need to get all snippy about it.” I said making sure that I walked to the door slowly, just to get on her nerves. After I had cleared the room I heard a door slam behind me and that made me chuckle.

I went down the nice steps that I had gone up not too long ago and entered a warm-colored room with numerous books and photographs. It took me seconds to realize that these were photos of my father and his new family. I frantically searched for something to prove that he did love his old family, but there were no photos of my mom or me with him.

Angry tears streamed down my face as I threw one of the framed pictures of them to the ground. How the hell could you just forget about your first family? We may have not have been the best family but we loved each other enough to have it called a family.

“O-Oh… hi, Jackie,” Liza stammered behind me and I whipped my head around to give her a hateful frown.

“What do you want?”

“Excuse me?” Her face hardened and her lips went into a straight line. “I may not be your mother but you will at least respect me.”

“Give me a break.” I challenged with another eye roll. I didn’t feel like waiting around for her comeback, so I just breezed past her and left the room. She didn’t even follow after.

Well, it was my first day and I already was picking fights with my new family. I truly wished that I was back at home and mom was doing her usual routine in the kitchen.

 

 

“What would you like for lunch?” She had asked one day and I remembered sighing.

“I don’t know food I guess.”

“How original,” she had muttered under her breath while rummaging through the cupboards. I had been sitting on a couch and reading a magazine when a question had bubbled to my lips.

“May I get a haircut, mum?”

“What?” My question had made her whirl around with a shocked expression. “Get rid of your pretty long hair? I only trim mine when it needs to be trimmed…”

“But it is always the same.”

“Is it bad to have pretty hair every day?”

“No, but I am bored of it.”

“Well, go ahead and cut it but don’t forget that I warned you not to.”

 

 

At the time I had not even thought of it as a warning but when I did get my haircut to my shoulders, I found that I missed its long length. Now I was in the midst of growing it back out—at the moment it was two inches below my shoulder blade.

Man, I miss my mom.

This house just seemed so unfriendly and cold (except for that one room with the warm colors). My real home had been comfortable and inviting.

A blood-curdling screech broke me from my thoughts and I spun around only to find Liza emerging from the room in which I had just come from.

“Did you do this?” She bellowed holding up the broken picture.

“Oh, don’t worry; your pretty face is plastered over at least ten more of them.” I sneered with a smirk which only made her expression tighten.

“You vile girl, we welcome you into our home and you repay us by doing this.”

“Listen lady, I don’t like this much either but you’re going to need to grin and bear it for the next few years.”

“Grin and bear what?” My father’s voice inquired behind me.

“She broke one of our pictures.” Liza tattled with a bony finger pointing at me.

“Jackie…” He said through a sigh.

“Well, father, I am a vile girl.” I mocked with an arched brow at Liza who practically turned purple.

“This is your first day Jackie, I know you’ll need time to adjust, but try to make the best of it while your mom is away. She’d like it if you would do that.”

“Psh… whatever,” I grumbled and he sighed once more before leading Liza away from me. They kept their conversation in a hushed tone but I knew that they were talking about me, I could feel it.

 

 

 

(Author’s Note: Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out. I have been babysitting like crazy for my baby cousin the past few days. But don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about this story and it will get better as the chapters go by. As for Violet Hill, I will continue it because I know the ending and I really want to write it, but give me a few days before the next chapter.)

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