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Chapter 2

The following day, I wake to birds chirping, warm sunlight and a loving, caring sist-

Now, that's just ridiculous.

"Athena!" My sister beats at the door. "Open the door!"

I groan as I sluggishly move towards the door.

"If you don't open the door, I will appropriate it." She threatens.

I make it to the door in a split of a second.

"I thought so." She smirks

I yawn, "You don't know what appropriate means, do you?" I ask her.

She narrows her eyes at me.

I brush off her death glare with another yawn.

"Now, will you stop blocking my oxygen?" A smile stretches across my face.

As I walk away, I imagine her formulating disturbing ideas in her head to strangle/poison and overall murder me in my sleep. I give her a backwards wave. "Love you too, sis."

She narrows her eyes at me not before spotting my Hello Kitty suitcase in the far corner of the room.

"You haven't unpacked yet."

I nod. "Yeah. I didn't want my belongings to get infected by the sickening colour of the walls."

"Don't you think you're being a bit dramatic?" She leans against the door hinge.

"Pandora." I step back and motion to the walls. "Look at it. I feel like I live in a pepto bismol bottle."

"Its not that bad. It really brings out your eyes." She fights to hold back her laughter.

Now, if you don't quite get the picture, to the left of the room is a five year old's wild imagination splattered all over the wall.

(The least the previous owners could have done was take their junk.)

Frozen posters swallowed majority of the walls but just enough pink was left to make me nauseous. I love Olaf and Elsa and what's her face just as much as any other gal but this is just too much.

The only thing that warmed my heart was the obscure chip in the paint behind one of the frames. It wasn't pink so you get the drift.

I stretch off my sluggishness before I speak again," How'd my suitcase get up here?"

"It climbed the stairs all by itself," Pandora replies sarcastically.

I glare at her. " You're dismissed," I tell her as I shove her out my room.

She bangs on the door, "Lock me out all you want, but I'm not the one that has school at eight!"

My eyes narrow in suspicion," Neither am I," I state.

"You do now," she says as she walks down the hall, an echo of  maniacal laughter emanating from her direction.

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"Have a nice day!" Pandora shouts as she drives off in her vehicle.

This place... It's like none other I have ever seen, a large structure, obviously old - ancient even- mounted in the centre of a well manicured lawn.

The windows were stained glass and the doors were made of rich mahogany.

It gives off almost an old-timey chapel feel. Am I supposed to go in here, or should I photograph it?