In my head

Chapter 2

Depends how busy I am but I might not update this everyday.
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My house is the biggest house on the street. Two story mansion. It's just my mum, dad and my older brother Alec who live here.
We are rich but not snoby about it. We don't go out and buy the most expensive car there is or pay a maid to do my chores. No, I still get treated like everyone else around here. I have duties to do and homework to be done. I go to school, I had the opportunity to get home schooled or go to a school.

I chose a proper school. I would hate to be home schooled. I wouldn't have friends, not that I do going to a school, but I'd also be stuck at home all the time.
When I walk trough the front door I march straight to my bedroom and bury my face in my pillow. I don't want to talk to anyone going to this school is worse than England.

"Sweetie, are you ok? How was your first day at your new school?" My mother startles me. I sit up straight on my bed and look at her and say "my day was just fabulous, I didn't go to first session because Heather said that's for nerds, I got called 4 eyes buy some blonde, I've been pushed, I've been shoved. I couldn't ask for a better day."
She just stares at me for a while before walking over to me and pulling me into a big bear hug. I start crying and wish that I went to another school.

Today's Friday and I'm up and ready for school, I had Nutella on toast, with a glass of water. I decided to catch the bus today.
The last few days have been better. No one has spoken to me and I like it like that. Better then being called names.
At lunch this girl comes to the table I'm sitting at and sits across from me. She has her blonde hair out and straightened, she wears a smile that I can tell she's going to be nice.

"Hey, my names Emilia" she says.
We talk to each other for the whole lunch, getting to know each other. She may be the only friend I will have in this school.

She invites me over to her place for dinner, and I happily agree.
Emilia lives on the same street as I do but at the other end. Her house is big but not nearly as big as mine. We walk through the door and I am greeted by her parents, I assume.
"Welcome Charlotte, it's lovely to meet you" her mother says.
"Thank you for having me on such short notice, you have a lovely home here" I reply back.
She smiles and nods and walks to the kitchen, we follow. Their kitchen is beautiful probably better than my own. Mum would die for this kitchen she absolutely loves her baking.
I have to admit our kitchen would probably be the smallest room in the house. Dad reckons "you don't need a big kitchen what we need is a bigger living room for a bigger tv and a bigger shed for all my toys!!"
"I'll show you to my room" Emilia says.
I follow her up the stairs to the top level of the house. 50 stairs. Yes I counted, it's a habit, I do it where ever I go.
Her room is about 1/4 smaller than mine. Each wall is painted with a soft pink. Her bed is queen sized and has a mosquito net hanging above it. She has one wall covered in individual photos of what I'm guessing friends and family and pets.
I slowly walk around her room looking at each decoration. She has many things. There's a tv on the left hand side wall with a desk underneath, with the biggest computer you could ever imagine.

There's a cage with to small mice in it, one brown and the other black. I look up to see a massive chandelier. Filled with crystals that make the whole room sparkle.
"Well this is it" Emilia pulls me out of my thoughts.
"It's lovely".

For dinner we have spaghetti and meatballs. For dessert there's chocolate mud cake and ice cream to chocolate covered fruit. And frozen yogurt. I'm in heaven.
I walk home after finishing my dinner and thanking them once again.

When I arrive home my parents are sitting in the living room.