*Violet*
I felt sick and I know why, home. I miss home but I have to get over it. I guess driving wasn't the best thing for me right now but I couldn't stop now. I'm in the middle of a highway on the way to Michigan. Wow that's a long ways from our old home, I pushed back every urge to pull over and throw up but it didn't help what so ever. Everyone pulled into a gas station and I seen my tank was almost on 'E' so it's a good thing.
As I stopped everything caught up to me and I shot out of my truck like a bullet and over to the grass throwing up everything I had eaten. I knew everyone was watching so I just kept my head bowed slightly and walked back to my truck as if nothing just happened. I filled my tank up in no time and waited in my truck for everyone to hit the road again. It wasn't to long I had to wait before we were back on the road again. Nobody asks any questions besides my twin really but even then it's minimal and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I hate being center of attention but don't worry I will just have to deal with it by myself since I can't go to school sick. I silently sighed in relief by the mere thought of not going to school immediately. I must say that I will be bored in my classes because I have learned it before and I'm at a college level, I could teach class if I wanted to but I don't want to so, leave it be. But this isn't my old school I'm talking about I will just have to teach the teachers to leave me be and just teach the rest of the morons that school calls students. I hate school just like I hate people in general, but unfortunately God has over populated this world with those.
I didn't realize that we were almost there because I had been so caught up in my thoughts. Hello Michigan, here I am I don't like you so get over it and piss off. My siblings know that bothering me, or interrupting my thoughts is treading on dangerous grounds and can wind you up with me kicking your ass. As you can see I'm not nice but I do have my soft side but I keep it away. I would rather guard myself then have an ounce of weakness out and wind up with me getting hurt again, it was bad enough last time. They say you learn from your mistakes, well mine was trusting someone but they proved I couldn't do that.
We drove all through the night and now the sun was already risen but not very high up in the sky yet. We pulled up to an equally large house as our other one. I hurried out of my truck and rushed into the house to claim a room. I hurried up to the top and I fell in love with the room. Reece came up not paying attention but when he saw the death glare I was giving him telling him I claimed this room as mine he raised his hands up in surrender and ran back down the stairs.
I quickly pulled my board out of my bag and put it outside of the door. I walked over to the window and it had a balcony. Perfect, was all I could think. I looked over the spacy room and smiled, a genuine smile. Not to later the movers began to put my stuff up here.
I had great plans for my room the walls would be painted ocean blue, the ceiling will be of the Galaxy, the carpet will be a deep blue, but I thought about the walls again and I had a better idea. A forest, the night sky, with Wolves, and the night sky would be connected to the Galaxy on the ceiling making it look a whole piece. I smiled as I went through my art box and began drawing it how I saw it in my head and rushed down to show mom and dad to ask if they could make it happen. Mom thought it was very beautiful and dad said he would have someone paint it for me. I went back up to my room and found how I felt alright for now strange.
I just shook it off and enjoyed it somewhat while I can. I walked in through a door and it was my closet, well it didn't really feel like a closet, it felt more like a mini room, I walked out and shut the door behind me. I tried my other door and it was my bathroom. It held a large bathtub, a large shower, two sinks, a toilet, cabinets, two sink mirrors and two full body mirrors, plus two more closets and tile flooring. This is going to be an ocean themed bathroom and nobody can stop my mind from racing at the different thoughts and ideas just to do with my room, closets, and bathroom.
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