Living Of Borrowed Time

1. My new life?

We just moved into a new house, in a new neighbourhood to start a new life sorta. My room was in the attic. It was an old, dusty, made up of wood attic.

There was an old, or just really dusty guitar in a dark corner of the room and it looked like there wasn't a single spec of that room that wasn't covered in dust! I'm not at all surprised thow, I'm far from the favourite child after all. No I'm the unplanned mistake and my older twin siblings are the golden kids!

First we have "miss golden girl" Jane, she's the perfect daughter. An A+ student with a great talent for violin and piano. Ya know all the elegant instruments. She has long, shiny, silky black hair with bark chocolate coloured eyes. She has a 5'6, thin figure, but is "filled out in all the right places" as the boys say, and she has fair,untextued, pimple less skin. And then there's Ryan, a 6'5ft and a half giant who loves sports but is also a A+ student, and when it comes to him "chivalry is NOT DEAD". He has short, straight, light coloured hair paired with dark ocean blue eyes. He unlike his twin has a bit of a tan because he's always outside playing sport.

Then there's me a unwanted and neglected child. As well as that unlike Mr. and Miss twinnys over there I'm not an effortless A+ student, I actually need to study my ass of in order to get a B if I'm lucky.

My new room isn't bad though. I mean it's big enough and there's a window. I'm sure I could climb out, we live near a nice big forest now and it's full of adventure and mystery. It's basically beckoning me to go in! Besides its not like anyone will notice, Mom and Dad "forget" to call me for dinner every night, unless the social workers are hear again. Then suddenly they all "love me" and would "never forget me".

Bullshit. There aren't any better, you know the twins, they hate my guts. Why? I don't know, all I do know is that when we were younger they would punch, pinch, kick, bite and just in general hurt me at any chance they got! My parents encourage it, sometimes they hit me to. I remember once seeing my mom accidentally drop a glass, we all saw it! Yet I was the one that got yelled at, hit and sent to my room for "making a mess". Now mind you I wasn't even making any noise, they just needed someone to blame. Went with no dinner that night 'cause of the incident, and my beloved sister took my fucking blanket. It was winter and was freezing and hungry that night.

Got told I was being over dramatic the next day, even though they saw her take my blanket and they know the didn't even let me leave my room that night to eat like usual. No they literally hade me locked in there! I needed to scream for them to unlock the door so I could get my school uniform.I got a pretty hard slap from my "mom" for "causing a ruckus" and "making everybody late". The slap stung and left a red hand print on the side of my face, got a lot of unwanted attention from teachers and students alike.

The teachers were very kind to me, not so much with the students though. I'm always getting bullied for stupid shit. It's manly rumours, name calling and exclusion but I have had a far few physical bullies. They're the worst, I hate them! I've even got a couple of scares from them. I don't think that's suppose to happen!

"Come get your stuff dickhead" yelled Jane. "Right, that's the last of them", I don't have a bunch of things so I obviously finished getting all my stuff up before everybody else. Now all I need to do is put everything in place. I brought my wardrobe because I bought it and I decided to put it in the corner close to the window. Obviously this is after dusting the whole room. I have a bunch of small storage containers unit things, I got them out of the trash so they're a bit banged up but nothing to bad I'm sure I can easily fix them up with a bit of TLC and tape, lots of tape and glue. Then I'll put them beside the wardrobe. As for this old guitar, I played guitar before. It was in school and my parents still don't know, not that they would care. I'm sure they would just break it but I think l'll keep it and I'll put above my bed. When I Get it. I don't have a bed yet but I've done a lot of jobs for our old neighbours so I could buy a bed! I found out we were moving so I waited and soon I'll have a bed! When I get my bed I'm gonna hang my guitar above my bed and I'll get or maybe just find a bedside locker to put my lamp on. Right I'm gonna grab an apple or something to eat then go to bed. "Night, night new house. Hopefully I'll have better look here""Atleast better then the last house".