One Kiss For Poppy

THIS PLACE IS WAY TOO CHIC

I look up at my new house and inwardly smile.

I don't want to give my parents the satisfaction of thinking they have made me happy.

So I simply pick up my mom's sunglasses and pretend that I don't give a fuck about the house.

"So what do you think of the house, Sienna?" My mom asks eagerly. She is clearly proud of what she has achieved.

"It's okay, I guess."I say simply shrugging my shoulders.

My mom sends me a dirty look as she leaves the car with Angie. Leaving me all alone with my dad.

"Hey, are you okay?" My dad asks as he turns to look at me.

I look up from my phone screen and give him a small smile. "Sure, it's not like my whole life has just been uprooted and I am now stuck in a place that I know nothing of."

"And also not forgetting the fact that this house is way too big for my mom and I." I glare at him as I say the last part.

"I know that moving is a big change for you, but I promise you that things will get better."

"You will soon make new friends and I will make sure that you have everything you want." My dad offers trying to make me change my mind about the whole thing.

"I want to go back home." I firmly state.

"Yeah, not that but Angie personally hired the best interior designers in the state to decorate your new room." My dad says before his eyes go wide as he most likely realises that he has ruined the surprise Angie had in store for me.

"Please don't tell Angie I told you that." My dad looks at me pleadingly.

"You're secrets safe with me." I zip up my lips and throw the imaginary key away.

I get out of the car and look around. I hadn't realised that we had passed through a huge iron gate.

I walk into the house and find my mom and Angie talking about woollen rugs.

Angie turns to me and a huge grin makes its way to her face. "Sienna come check out you're new room." She says as she grabs my hand and drags me up the large staircase and into a dark hallway.

I really hope this house isn't haunted.

We come to a halt as soon as we were are standing right infront of a white wooden door with the name Sienna written in hot pink.

Angie opens the door and my jaw drops to the ground. Literally. The room is amazing.

"Wow!" My mom exclaims standing next to me. "And Sienna, please close your mouth. We wouldn't want any flies getting in there, now would we."

I ignore my mom and walk into the room. I look around in awe as I lightly trace the baby pink walls.

It oddly reminded me Regina George's bedroom from mean girls.
It was huge with a balcony that had a breathtakingly beautiful view of our back door garden.

With a glass chandelier that hang above my four poster king sized bed. I turned to look at the ginormous mirror attached to one of the walls opposite my bed.

It is then that I notice the closet doors and immediately make a beeline for it. The walking closet is huge. Bigger than the one back home.

I nearly cry in joy as I spot my shoes, neatly stacked on a rack. The rest of them in boxes.

"Sorry not all your things are properly organised but we didn't exactly have enough time to get everything ready." Angie pipes up apologetically.

I turn around and see my mom make herself comfortable on my bed.