The Definition Of Fitting In

Chapter One

Chapter One

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Here I was waiting in this family's living room. I shifted every few minutes, on the couch. When were they getting home? The man, who I still did not know the name of, left. It was supposedly his day off, and he just stayed to welcome me.. Well I sure don't feel welcomed now. I felt extremely forgotten and useless. Where were these people? I had been literally waiting here for over an hour! They better have been stuck in traffic, or have a good excuse; because I am furious. I didn't even know my way around the house, so I had to waiting in this room.

The house was more gigantic inside, than it looked from the outside. Which was huge! I didn't want to get lost and open a door, just to stumble upon a new dimension or something. I sighed and twirled a curly lock of my golden hair in boredom. There wasn't even a television in this room!

Sharon had suggested for me to wear a dress. I wasn't fond of dresses and I franklydidn't appreciate them either. The dress kept on riding up my thin thighs, showing off smooth, tan skin. It was very uncomfortable for me. After a few more minutes of squirming and trying to fix the dress, I settled on letting it travel up my thighs; revealing my panties.

After a few more arid minutes, I dosed off...

I woke up to a startled, womanly gasp. My eyes snapped open and rested on a family of four.. The family I would soon join, and pose to be the perfect child in their care. The daughter glared at me in disdain, while the son stared intently at my exposed legs. The mother's jaw was dropped a few centimeters, and the father pretended as if nothing was wrong.

"Welcome home Wilsons," I greeted them lazily.

The family stayed silent, sticking with their first reactions. I faced the wife with a smirk,

"Mrs. Wilson shut your mouth, you'll catch flies."

She gasped and shut her mouth. The husband was the first to snap out of his trance,

"Its nice to finally meet you Bailey, I understand you must have been waiting for a while. I apologize for that."

He said all of that in a somewhat stern voice, he then reached his hand out for me to shake. I got up from my atrocious position and shook his hand, stiffly.

"It is nice meeting you as well, Mr. Wilson. You have a lovely home," I said it a sweet smile.

I was already beginning to like this man. The rest of the family rudely cleared their throats. I let my eyes roam around to analyze their faces.. Well they weren't an ugly family. I flashed a smile at Mrs. Wilson.

"You must be Mrs. Wilson, it is so nice to meet you as well." I said, embracing her in a tight hug.

Once the hug was over I cleared my throat awkwardly. She still had not said a word towards me. I nodded my head, fully understanding why she wouldn't speak to me. It wasn't as if I cared, she was acting like a baffled puppy.. I never liked puppies that much... Bad history.

I turned back to Mr. Wilson, completely oblivious to my peers staring at me in utter shock.

"Mr. Wilson I'm quite fatigued, do you mind if somebody would lead me to where I will be accustoming myself to?"

He nodded then faced his son, "Skylar would you mind showing Bailey to the her room?"

Skylar scoffed, then grabbed my arm and pulled me upstairs with unnecessary force. I didn't mind though, I was thinking about how Mr. Wilson called it "my" room. I expected him to call it the guest "room", but no he said "her" room.  I smirked at the thought, it made me feel special.  I giggled and flashed me an irritated look. I immediately silenced myself.

He then opened a wooden door with a shiny, golden knob. He threw me inside and onto a bed. I glared up at him.

"What was that for?" I yelled.

"For ruining my life!" He replied ferociously, which shocked me.

"I ruined your life? I'm the one that has to live with you psychos!" I shouted.

He rolled his eyes and stomped childishly away from "my" room.

"Attractive." I mumbled sarcastically.

I got up lousily and trudged over to a door that lookedlike it lead to a bathroom. It pushed the door in and it unravelled a beautiful marble bathroom. My breathing came to a halt when I caught sight of the bathtub. The marble had beautiful salmons swirls that complimented the champagne colored room.

I felt myself become overly giddy as I undressed and started the water. I plopped bubble bath all over the tub and mixed it in with the water. Once the tub was filled, I stopped the water. Now I know that this place was gorgeous, but I knew I didn't want to be here. I vowed to myself that I would try my best to cause them to kick me out. After all.. I was just harming myself.  I went to the other side of the bathroom, towards the sink. I stared into the mirror and locked eyes with a stranger..

That stranger was me. It wasn't a bad stranger.. It was a beautiful, blonde girl that had innocent eyes. And an adorable, small face. She pouted slightly and I watched as a moist tear slid down her cheek. I knew her story..She wanted a new life. We sometimes all do. I turned around from the mirror and ran towards the tub. I screamed, "Cannonball", as my body collided with the water. The water drenched the whole room, with its soapy suds. I giggled for the second time today. I never giggled much, so it surprised me.

Once the I was finally finished and I was surrounded by my dirt, I jumped out of the peaceful bubble bath. I wrapped a tiny towel around my body and walked into the room. I desperately searched for my suitcase and came to no avail. I then remembered that I had carelessly forgotten it downstairs.

I looked back in the bathroom to put on my old clothing from today, but they were soaked. I sighed, all I had to do was make my way through the house, without being spotted. That shouldn't be difficult.

I crawled my way through the house and into the living room. The house seemed vacant of any human activity. I found my suitcase in the living room and snatched it.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." I heard somebody say behind me.

I turned around, my wet hair flying in all directions. "Skylar!" I gasped.

He nodded with a smirk, "What are you doing down here?"

"I could ask the same thing." I replied.

He raised an eyebrow.

"I uh, left my suitcase.." He chuckled.

"I see that."

Yeah.. He made me nervous, guys didn't usually do that to me.

"Well, I gotta go... Sleep and do room things." I mumbled more to myself, and pushed past him to the stairs.

I began to trail up the stairs, clinging the towel to me. I felt his stare peering through the thin material of my towel. I blushed heavily.

"Nice ass!" He called.

I sprinted upstairs in embarrassment.