What's on my boots?! (EDITING)

Chapter 2.

2.

The drive to the farm was long and confusing. Right now I was driving down a long road which so far had no turn off's. The countryside at night was such an eerie yet magical place, with the trees making different shapes yet the beautiful way the moon lit up the whole place with a blue ghost sheen.

“You're having a laugh..." I grumble to myself. Up ahead I think I could see the end of a turn off about half a mile down the road. I picked up the direction's Richard had given me, I will never call him dad again At the bottom of the last page it read 'Turn off at Rookery Creek''

After about 5 minutes, I finally reached the turn-off and to my gratitude there was a sign which read 'Rookery Creek'. Yes! Finally, I'm here. My backside is killing me from sitting on it for so long and my frizzy hair had become out of control. Great. What an introduction I will make, tumble-weed hair and skinny jeans super-glued to my ass.

I pulled into the hard-shoulder and put my hair into a high ponytail. Well, at least I look better now. I flicked my indicator on and pulled out onto the deserted road. Up ahead I could see the beginnings of an outline of a shed/ house thing.

Oh my god. Pleas say this isn't it... I can't live in this! It looks tiny!

I kept driving and the house began to grow. When I was in front of it, it didn't look so small any more. It must have been about 3 acres long and 2 acres wide. It was huge! The walls to the house were patched with ivy giving it a magical yet homey look. In front of the front porch was a large flower patch. The flower patch was filled with colours ranging from yellow's to purple's. It was an artist's palette in my own front garden.

I stood in front of my car and just stared up at the huge house. I loved it. It was like a house from a story book. I couldn't say the same about my surroundings though. All around the house was trees for miles on end. Great, I'm stuck in the middle of a wood.

I sighed and walked around to the boot of my car. After throwing my suitcases on the floor next to me I slammed the boot of my Jeep Grand Cherokee SRT8 shut. My car was my baby, it's red paint job never had a scratch on it. I loved this thing.

"This is going to be a long day" I flick my ponytail off my shoulder so it dangles to my mid back and began to haul my bags up to the porch.

Once at the front door I wriggle my hand inside the back pocket of my skinny jeans, grabbing the key I pull my hand out and then unlock the door. Inside was just as magical and homey as the outside.

The room I stood in was small and cosy. It had a wide staircase right in front of the door and two doorways lead off to other rooms. All around the room was different shaped cabinets, all filled with nick nac's. The floor was covered in red luscious carpet. the walls were painting a nice warm brown/maroon.

Hmm, I might like it here after all. I guess I'll just stay in the house, I thought happily to myself. I made my way up the stairs, dragging my bags along with me. I stood at the top of the stair's letting my toes bury into the soft red heaven. My red nail varnish blended in with the carpet.

I gazed up and down the long corridors. I could here loud pop music coming from somewhere down to my left, I began walking to my right the sound of Linkin Park following me. I just wanted to have a long sleep rather than having to meet whoever my new house-mate was.

Once I reached the first door I flicked it wide open to reveal a smallish room. Inside it held a huge double canopy shielded bed with red and black silky covers and a slight smell of musky chocolate drifted about the room. Mm, this is my room. I flung my bags and suitcases in front of the door after I shut it, stopping any unwanted visitors coming in without me knowing.

I opened one suitcase and got out my oversized 'I <3 biscuits' T-shirt which reached my knees, I then zipped up the suitcase again. After shutting the thick black curtains of the room I shuddered off my clothes to leave me standing in my underwear. A cool breeze whispered across my bare skin making me tingle. I glared down at my pile of clothes as if they were intruders and shrugged my night-shirt on. Oh well, no parents to tell me to pick up my stuff, I thought happily.

Gazing at the bed adoringly I threw myself on it. Mm, it's as soft as it looks. Wiggling under the covers I sighed happily. This is the life, I thought gleefully. I let my eyes drift closed of there own accord and suddenly before I knew it I was asleep.