maybe everything isn't pointless

Two - Nicholas freakin Twist

I somewhere deep down knew that this day will be important. I just didn't care.
Fourth of July - the date that changed our lives and we didn't fucking knew anything at the moment when our faces first met.

"VICTORIA COME HERE! I have something to tell you," my step aunt screamed at me from the downstairs.
"Hmm, aunt. What's going on?" I responded.
"I know you don't know anyone here so we will meet my friend Caroline!" She said.
"Oh okay, what should I do?"
"So we are going there in hour so please be ready," She gave me the instructions I wanted.

Maybe I should tell more about my step aunt. I actually don't know much things about her either but for your visuals.
Her name is Enrica and she is 46, she has short curly red hair and she wears classic clothes like every other middle age woman do. She is like my mom but slightly better, because she has sense of humour, she is the more intelligent child. Sometimes she acts like a cow too, we have it in our genetics to be honest.

Once on Thanksgiving our family had turkey together. My grandmother and grandfather were such a jerks at this thanksgiving and I was the unlucky one who had too suffer their zero brain moments.

But when I was just too sick of their shit I said "It's your fault because my mother lives because of you and I live because she had sex with my dad. So if you won't make that mistake with grandfather giving birth my mother, you would be free and happy as you want to," and I left. I am sometimes arid, maybe that's the reason why most of my family hates me. But they are so stupid and immature and then I don't take their words seriously. Why should I ? My step aunt is just dull woman in middle age crisis with an old house in the middle of nothing. This hole where is she living is called Brecon.

Brecon is a small town in South Wales with a lot of grass. There are mountains and a grocery shop? That's all I guess. I'm certain that Brecon is neglected little town however we are in real time and I don't have much time left.

I put on my dress, put my long hair into a ponytail and I went down. For your imagination I am not somehow pretty, just a long hair middle sized person with a visible circles under my eyes. My mother always said that my secret weapon for boys is my intelligence. But men are idiotic so my brain is the last think they care of. Atleast in Edinburgh. My father says something more accurate for a man. The reason why some men somewhy like me are my boobs. They are for an adolescence girl in my age kinda bigger than others. When someone says this to me, my faith in humanity will dissapear for a while. People call me neurotic.

When we arrived to their house which looked almost the same as ours. My step aunt knocked on the door. When the door opened I met another middle aged woman which looked almost the same as my step aunt. It was a bit creepy to be honest. The only thing that wasn't the same was that the other woman had different haircut and hair color.

"Hello, Enrica! And Victoria? Am I sure?" The woman spoke at me for the first time.

"Yea, you're right," I responded with monotonous tone of voice.

"Victoria you should say atleast hello to Carolina!" My aunt demanded me.

"Hello miss," I remarked my first words with the same tone.

"You should come in." 

When I viewed their house, the woman told me something.