Stepbrother?

Anyone But Him

     He leans in close to me, so close I can feel each breath as it hits my skin, making all the hairs stand up at the back of my neck. I look into his light brown, watery eyes before his lips-   

   "Lydia! Come on, you are supposed to be packing up your stuff, not reading that silly book! I'm being serious, I'm this close, "Dad holds his fingers up with a small gap between his thumb and index finger "to taking it away from you until you've finished packing." I sigh, placing my bookmark in and closing the book, then putting it on my bed. I looked at my Dad standing in the doorway.

   "Happy?" I ask him 

   "I will be once you've packed, if your eleven-year-old brother can do it, why can't you?" I shake my head.

   "I honestly don't know, but I'm pretty sure you won't be completely packed yet either." He puts his hands on his hips. 

   "Hey, you don't get to say that! I'm a grown man!" He says, I laugh and put on a fake deep Man-ish voice 

   "But if your eleven-year-old son can do it-" but he just laughs walking off saying "look, you focus on your stuff and I'll focus on mine."

   About an hour later I've fully packed and am carrying my last box out of my room. Gosh, I'm gonna miss you, I say looking around the deserted house. I look at the plain grey carpet that used to be the living room, but it looks completely different without the furniture, especially the piano, which Dad gave away because apparently, we don't need it, but I know he just wants to get rid of it because that's the piano mom would sit at every day, playing it while we got ready for school, and before we go to bed. The house kind of feels how it did when mum left, empty, except, she still haunted the place, dad's new soon-to-be wife's house won't be. The only things I'll have left of Mom are the memories and photos, but I still can't bring myself to look at them as they bring me to tears every time. I have gotten better at thinking about her and talking about her.

   The house we'll be living in is only ten minutes away from our house, so we will still be able to go to the same school, which doesn't really make any difference as I don't have any close friends unless you count my lunchtime buddy, charlotte; a ginger girl with plants and freckles, who has a strange sense of style. Although I can't say much myself as I just wear what I pull out of my draws every morning, not bothering to look in the mirror.

   "Lydia, hurry up, get in the car, we're going," I sigh, here we go. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," I yell back, having one quick look around. Goodbye house . . . goodbye Mom.

  After an hour's drive, well that's what it felt like we pull into a driveway of a house, well it's more like a mansion, it's humongous! It even got a fountain, with stepping stones up to the door, which is white like the rest of the house. Dad turns around in his seat once we are parked in the driveway, in front of a garage, I wonder what type of cars they own, wouldn't be surprised if it was a few larcenies. Our car properly looks extremely out of place in this part of town, as everything's all gilts and glam. I already miss our neighborhood.

   Dad turns around in his seat before we get out "guys please use your manners, Alyssa means the world to me, I know you'll love her but please, I want you guys to have a good first impression on her." I nod looking at Richard (My eleven-year-old brother) who is also nodding. We knock on the door and are welcomed by a lady in an apron. Dads marrying a chief? 

   "AHHH hello Marcus, you must be here for Alyssa, now I know why she's spent all morning getting ready," she moves to the side letting us in and then I see more glam, a chandelier, staircase and this is just the entire way. I see the most beautiful lady on earth walk down the stairs, with a humongous smile dressed across her face, she's also wearing way too much makeup. Gross. She walks up to us, her arms open.

   "Oh my lord, is that Lydia? Gosh, I've heard many great things about you, my dear." And before I can stop her She's imprisoned me in her arms, so tight you'd think she's tryna strangle me to death. She then let go and looks at my brother and whispered something in his ear. What in the world are you telling him? Is all I can think, then she hugs my dad, and they kiss, and I feel like I might fall through the floor because it finally hit me, she's gonna be my mom, well not my mom she'll never be that, but my stepmom and this mansion will be our house. There's no going back in a couple of hours to our home because this is our home now.

   "Ah, I almost forgot, Brandon! Brandon! Come down!" Alyssa shouts, Brandon? That name sounds familiar, from a book? From school? I don't know. And then out of nowhere, I see him. Brandon Smith, how could I forget. He's the school bad boy, player, or whatever you'd call extremely popular, I don't see how he is though he's a complete dufus. But according to the school's population, he's an extremely hot football player, that girls go head over heels for just for him to go and play with their feelings. Not me though I had no interest in an arse like him.

   "Yeah?" He says coming down the stairs whilst pulling his top over his head, I try to avoid looking at him, I do not want to see that disgusting, dirty, smirking face.

   "Do you know Lillian? Don't you go to the same school?" He looks at me, shaking his head,

   "no, I don't think so." He then walks up to my dad and they bro shake and then he pats my brother on the head. 

   "Hey, little fella" Ricard looks up at the Six-foot boy and smiles.

  "Are you my brother?" Brandon smiles, nodding and then Ricard hugs Brandon, "yay I have a brother!"

  Wish I could say the same.