Vamp STALK

One

*knock* *knock*
I heard someone knocking on my door.

"What?" I said. But not even looking at the door.

"Mom said go downstairs . dinner is ready"said by my brother krisstoff with an irritable voice.

Ever since I got here in rivermount and live with them. He started to hate me. And I don't know why.

I close my book that I WAS reading. And go to the dining room / kitchen.

Our house is like a haunted house but not to creepy. A brownish wallpaper. A super old painting came from my Grandgrand grand father (who s9 possibly my dads father ) and an old chandelier that lights the sala and stairs.

I go straight to my chair and sit.

"Andy.. " my father call me. He calls me Andy when he's in the srsly mood (he never had a good mood) Andromeda when hes mad.

"Hmm?" I said without looking at him I was facing my meal.DEREND FILZER the smartest guy I know. (I guess) He's a critic who know only the wronging of people. I don't really get why people praise him just because he critizes other people and make a book about it?

"Krisstoff will drive you to your new school."

"What?! Dad?! Srsly? . I'll drive her?" I heard krisstoff protest. And point his finger on me and in disbelief on his face.

I just rolled my eyes. I don't really get kristoff when he act like that. I know he
Hates me. But to be exaggerated? I don't think so.

"Yes. Whether you like it or not" he said srsly. Being a critic i guess will drown you to seriousness and focus.. That's what my father are.

"Fine"kristoff murmured. And glared at me.

After I finished my dinner. I go straight to my room and jump to my bed. And stare at the ceiling.

*sigh* its been two months since I moved here. And I remember when.

Flashback.
"Your going to rivemount" my mother said. Irizilia Dyuo a model.

"Why? To get a Vacation?" I asked.
"No. You'll start living with your fathers first family"
--- end---

And yeah. I'm just an outsider of the family here and that's why krisstoff hates me. Since I was a kid. I never experience a family even a mother. a home . I raise myself on my own without them (well. Not financially)

I heard screeching on my window.

*sigh* its just a wind .. Or ..ghost? .. I guess. Dad said that we should not be afraid on this house.

And I'm not afraid. I just don't care.

I start reading my book. When I feel a cold wind in my nape. And i the feel goosebumps.

I just ignore it. Maybe I always ignore everything. I start again reading a book. With my reading glasses on. And only the lamp that lights my room. A brownish wallpaper too. And a queen size gold bed.

*sigh* i stare at the ceiling until.. my eyes weakened and close it..