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Chapter Six | The arrival
Matheo's POV:

Today is going to suck. Tomorrow is going to suck. Everyday until I get this god forsaken curse of a new living situation mended will suck.

The loud knock three times on my door causes me to sit up, and say, "Come in."

My mother walks in quickly, and gives me a small smile whitest sitting on the end of my bed. "Mijo, please don't tell me you're going to hold a grudge on me forever for inviting them to come live with us." She says with a half joking, half not tone.

I laugh slightly at her remark and shake my head, "No, of course not. I just don't understand why they have to come live with us, couldn't they have just found an apartment somewhere?" I sigh loudly, laying back into my pillows.

"Yes, but Matty you have to understand that they have never been in the same financial position as us. Money has always been tight with them and now even more so, besides we have plenty of room to share and Valerie is my best friend. They're basically family." My mom says with her familiar motherly sounding voice that she uses when she wants me to see the other side of things.

"I know, I know, it still sucks though, I mean why Cordelia she is single-handedly the most intolerable girl I have ever met. Why couldn't she have just stayed with her with a relative or something?" I groan, bringing my arms up behind my head. I know I sound inconsiderate or selfish, but in my defence it's not an exactly ideal situation to have to allow your most hated childhood acquaintance to move in with you.

"Matheo! You and I know better than anyone the complications of divorce and the situation with Jack and why someone may not always want to stay, don't we?" She says through gritted teeth.

I suppose she's right there, with Jack, Cordelia's father being imprisoned, its not the most ideal place to stay. I shouldn't have said that anyways, I know full well all about not wanting to live with or near a father, as well as how complicated said relationship can be.

"You're right, sorry mom." I mumble, before she gives me a sympathetic look and rubs my knee knowingly.

"Just be on your best behaviour and come down to greet them. They should be here soon." My mom says before getting up off of my bed, "And clean your room!" She adds, exiting my room, and closing the door behind her.

I sigh loudly, laying back down into my pillows. Cordelia and I have never gotten along. We were introduced to each other as babies, and the moment we became toddlers and actually gained consciousness, the hating began.

There are no words in the world that can describe my hatred for her. She's rude, bossy, stuck up, she always had to be the leader when we would play games as a kid. She would tattle on me for every little thing I did wrong as a child, and would sulk and pout when I did the same to her.

Needless to say we never got along, and we only hung out like three times a year from infants to seven and eight year olds. We're polar opposites, and now I am going to be living down the hall from each other.

With a bothered groan, and a forced push of motivation to clean my room, I get off of my bed, and begin to tidy up. It's not even that messy, my mom just doesn't like a hint of filth around the place- which is fine, having a clean space is always nice.