Margo (H.S.)

1. Welcome Home Margo

(Margo)

My names Margo, wow what a cliché way to introduce myself but, screw it.

I'm a seventeen year old girl (well with a name like Margo that's easy to tell)

I'm living with my dad for the summer, he's a professor at London University. My parents aren't together, well they never were really.

I was a result of a one night stand. Yeah... Use protection kids.

As I stand in front of this mass estate I find myself getting angered. He has all this money and my mum and I were left with nothing.

You see, after they had me they had gotten married, being the "responsible people" they claim to be. Yet over time they just realized how much they didn't go together.

They got divorced, my dad winning everything leaving my mum and I to collect little scraps just to pay off the rent of a little apartment. Don't even get me started on the rest of the bills.

I sighed trying to push all negative thoughts away. "Listen Margo, I know you're angry with me still but please, I want you to have a good time. You'll like your step mum and your step sisters" my dad said giving me a wide smile.

With those words I wanted to puke. "Yeah okay" I said under my breath and just walked past him into the house. I could hear him sigh in defeat.

I went to where the guest room was. It looked abandoned. Almost as though nobody has stepped foot in this room, not even to clean it.

It was massive have to admit that. It was nice looking too. Nice and cozy. Almost like it belongs to a teenager who's all tumblr and stuff like that.

It would look even better without the massive layer of dust everywhere.

I set my bags down and huffed. I started cleaning grabbing a near by broom I swept the wooden floorboards. I dusted the shelves, nightstands, and drawers.

After two full hours of cleaning I flopped on the bare bed, nothing but mattress since I put the sheets in the washing machine.

"Margo! Dinner!" I heard my dads voice call from the bottom of the stairs

Good timing too, cause my stomach growled. I stood and walked down stairs I had a white shirt and plain blue jeans with white converse. My hair in a messy bun.

"Hi Margo!" The overly excited Kelsey said, Kelsey is my step mum.

"Hey" I said plainly giving an emotionless face. I hate over excited people when I'm not in the mood.

"Margo be polite!" My wonderful (sarcasm) father said.

I have a fake sloppy smile pasta coming from my mouth as I was eating. "Margo!" My father said.

I just shrugged "what?" I said acting innocent.

He just groaned and went back to eating. I looked as my step sisters just stared at me, wow can someone say uncomfortable much?

"Yes?" I asked as they stared for a little too long. That caught them off guard as they snapped out of their one sided staring contest.

"I'm Britney" the blonde one said

"I'm Hannah" the other blonde one said

"Cool" I said my lips in a straight line (that was my smile)

"Margo!" I head my father say again.

Wow he really likes my name.

"what? I smiled!" I said earning an eye roll.

"I'm Margo it's nice to meet you Britney and Hannah" I said and sighed giving up the whole rude charade

I didn't hate them. I envied them.

They had a mum and now a dad. Together. They had money. They had a nice house that they never have to worry about losing. They have each other.

They have all these things that I cry myself every night wishing for

But they still want more.
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Kelsey spent the whole night telling me about this house, she told me everything from how it was built to what they used and blah blah blah...

Did you know this house is over a hundred years old? Damn. That's almost as old as my Dad.

They redecorated and refurnished. She went on and on about what they did,
She's a real estate woman you understand where I'm going with this right?

They tend to talk a lot about houses...

Yay.

I honestly was gonna fall asleep and slam my face into my plate of pasta, but I had eaten it all so it'd just be a broken dish and some stitches for me.

Oh no, now she's talking about flooring

Shoot me.

After the hellish conversation and everything was washed and cleaned, I went back to my room getting under the covers. I stared at the ceiling hearing the rustling of the branches, and the soft cries of the wind from my open window.

I heard a soft knock on my door, I tried to ignore it and it went away one minute and came back the next.

Each minute it came back it grew louder and louder causing chills to be sent through out my body, and a deep fear grew in the pit of my stomach as I realized I was the only person on the second floor of the three story home.

I stood up my body shaking and opened the door to find nothing there just the pitch black outside corridor

"welcome" a soft voice whispered in my ear I tried to scream but nothing came out.

No sound. Just a chuckling voice.

"Welcome home Margo Day" the voice said