Lavender Is My favorite.

Two

We are officially homeless.

We have been driving around in a very old truck filled with all the crap from the house. We have gone 3 times around my neighborhood, calling relatives and asking if we can live with them for a while. 

My dad keeps on asking himself, why they won't take us in, but who would like 2 grown adults, an anti-social teen, and a hyper-active 9-year old.

My mom says she knows why they don't want us, it's because no one wants a fart symphony from your dad at 4 am, and no one wants to be in a 15 meter radius when he's in the bathroom. 

"Be quiet. No one likes your rhinoceros snoring all night!"  

"If I were you I'd shut up before I get even more pissed because you should have planned where we were going to live!  We ARE OFFICIALLY HOMELESS," My mother argued. 

 The driver asked, "Homeless?"

He stopped the truck and said, "If you don't know where to go, I'm not wasting gas on you guys. You can either stay at a hotel and put your stuff in a warehouse or I'm going to kick you out."

My dad sighed, "How much will it cost?"

"5oo dollars for the warehouse, then 100 for the hotel per night."

My mom almost had a heart attack.

"Fine drive us to the nearest decent hotel and we'll pay you there," my dad replied sounding angrier by the second.

My brother was playing on his phone and my parents were talking about the budget. So I took out my pencil, sketch pad, and my earphones. I put my earphones in, I listened to Back to the Shack, by Weezer.

I opened up my last sketch of a boy. I just took it from there. After several songs I love we finally got there, the hotel had about 10 floors, and was all white with gold doors. It looked fancy, but not over the top.  

My dad payed the guy and told him to wait until we could check out a room. I walked in with my brother Paul, and my dad and mom made sure the guy didn't leave with our stuff.

I sat in one of the couches they had in the lobby. 

I put my pad and pencil back in mt book bag, still listening to music, this time from Black Veil Brides.

"Hey, earth to Leann."

"Huh? Yeah," I turned around to see my mother.

"I got you, your own room. Only because I felt bad that your favorite meal, Mac & Cheese was invaded by a spider."

"Omg! Thank you! Thank you, thank you! I love you," I replied.

"Yeah, you just say that because I got you a room," she protested.

I put a serious face, "No, it's because you make me food."

Haha.

"Yeah whatever."

She gave me my key and left with annoying little brother, Paul.

Should I jut stay here, get my stuff, or go to my room? I'll just get my stuff, then go to my room. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.

I put on my ear-bud I took off, and turn it on to full volume. Everybody complains that I listen to my music way too loud, but they only say that because they don't truly understand how much I love music.

Ever since I was little, I loved to draw, and listen to music. I got to the truck to see my brother, and my dad arguing over who turned over a box, while my mom stood in the far corner rubbing her head. 

I lifted my self up on the stand and examined the scene, the floor was filled with shattered glass.

I screamed, "Can we just be quiet for a minute?"

They all had my attention. "First of all it doesn't matter who turned it over, Just pick it up. And start taking the boxes to the room. Mom, come over here I have some pain killers."

I got a broom that was leaning against the truck wall and threw it at my brother. My parents scolded me as he started crying. I got on my knees and opened my book bag. I took out a bottle of pain killers and a water bottle. I stood up and gave her two pills. With the water she quickly gulped it all down and gave me back he water bottle. I closed it tightly and slipped it in my bag.

"I'm going to ask if they somewhere for us to place these boxes except our room," I said to my mom. 

"Okay, sweetie." 

I jumped off the platform and hummed You by The 1975. I walked up to the check in desk and asked if we could put the boxes somewhere except the room. The guy was relatively young. 

He stood there staring at me. I looked at him exactly like he was looking at me. 

I looked down at his name tag and so far this is what I know about him, his name is Philip, he was not flattering to look at all, he had a long Squidward nose and a gigantic mole.

"Okay, Philip I'd appreciate it if you would stop staring. Unless you would like to be fired from your job."

"Ooh yeah, sorry. What did you need?"

"Is there a place where I can put some boxes with things inside instead of my room?"   

He looks extremely oblivious. 

"Yeah we have space in the basement. Let me ask the manager," he replied.

With that he disappeared through a door behind him. I tap my foot in sync with the music. I pulled my phone and checked my notifications. 

One of my favorite songs Suck My Kiss but Redhotchilipeppers came on. 

"You sing really pretty," Philip had said out of nowhere.

I didn't even notice he was there.

"Um, so what did the manager say?" 

"He said, It was okay to go down with you so I can unlock the door," he told me.

"Okay I'll be back in 10 minutes."

"Wait!" I turned around. "I wasn't staring at you... I was staring at the donut cart behind you."

Interesting. "Okay."

Well then.