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Drawing of Blaire Williams -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I sighed as I looked out the window of the moving truck, I had said my goodbyes to everyone, I would miss them all terribly. I looked over at my Father, I had never seen a happier man, he had been dating Mara for 2 years, and they were finally getting married, I get along with Mara she was a sweet woman and she seemed to like me back, but I doubt that I'll ever get over the death of my Mother. "Dad, I can't believe you actually rented a truck," I said while still looking out the window my dad glanced over at me "well, I wanted to get things done quickly. With a car, it would have been more trips to bring all our stuff." I nodded, he was also helping Mara move, I wonder how the new house would be, my dad told me it was big.
I looked at my Polaroid instant camera, I held it near me, it previously had belonged to my mother, and I was now certain that I will study photography after I am done with high school. I took a selfie, the picture came out of the slot and I started to shake it. My red puffy hair was at least 67% of the picture but it looked good nonetheless... Artistic. "Blaire, you're going to love it in Oregon, the seasons show notably, there's a lot of scenery for your pictures, the house me and Mara bought is huge For us four." I guess it was apparent how bummed I was about moving from California, I liked our small apartment. Near Venice beach... "Us...four?" I asked while glancing over at my dad with a confused face. "Yeah, he's only a year or two older than you, and he's starting his second year of mechanics in university! you're going to have a stepbrother!" Oh, grand, another person to steal my food off the refrigerator and use up my strawberry shampoo. "And why did you and Mara decided not to tell me about this?" I said, still looking at my 'selfie', I looked defeated, exhausted, it looked exactly how I felt. My dad cleared his throat "he, doesn't exactly know about your existence either..." I sighed why were they doing this anyway, there's really no point in this... I decided to play along "okay then what's 'his' name?" I said indifferently. My dad chuckled "why don't you ask him that? Get to know him, get along with him! he is going to be your brother now!" I groaned 'I rather die than play house' I said under my breath my dad pressed his lips "Blaire, try and get along with him, do it for me" he said in an apologetic voice. Oh no, he pulled out the 'do it for me' trump card. I sighed "fine" I looked out the window, Forest, Forest, Forest, and more Forest. How far are we there anyway... I leaned in closer to the window and rested my head on the door I felt myself dozing off until I gave in and drifted off.
My shoulder was shaken, immediately pulling me away from sleep "we're here" said my dad with a big smile. I yawned And opened my eyes. I looked around. And opened the door of the truck, I jumped out of the passenger seat, I dusted off my pink dress "goddam, it's cold" I pulled my cardigan out of the passenger seat and tossed it over my shoulders, it was warm, I was sitting on top of it the whole ride. I hugged myself and rubbed the goosebumps on my arm, I didn't know if I was cold or if I was nervous, this house was indeed huge, it was very pretty too, my dad opened the truck and started to take out our stuff, "dad the moving crew is on its way! No need to rush things!" I said while walking towards him, "Hey, I want to get things out of the way quickly!" I shook my head, oh dad... "David!" I heard Mara squeal from the doorstep she walked towards us. She was beaming, she seemed to overflow with joy. She jumped into my father's arms and they started eating each other's faces off. I turned away in disgust. "Blaire, why don't you go take a look at your room? It's the one with the pastel pink walls! It has a bathroom" she chuckled "your dad told me how sensitive you are about your strawberry shampoo" I blushed it wasn't that bad... "Thanks," I said walking away. I wasn't trying to be a killjoy. I just felt I would miss the city life, my friends. I was willing to get away from it all. Have a quiet life and finally work up and become a photographer. I looked at the house, cream and brown colors...it seems so surreal and novel-like. I walked in through the open door The interior was white, with white walls and bone white carpets. I stalked around and went inside a hallway poking my head in each room to find mine, the house was a mess. piles and piles of boxes and furniture scattered about. I went upstairs. And followed the hallway, I went into the room at the end of the hallway, ah there it is pink walls the carpet was fluffier than the others it was bone white. This room was a lot bigger than my room in California. The bed was up, and it had most of the boxes with my stuff in it. I sat down on the bed. I looked around the room. There was a bathroom. I could put pictures on the wall, a few posters... This room had potential. I tossed myself on the bed.
"Hello?" - sounded a man's voice I quickly sat up and directed my eyes to the doorway. Damn. What a cake! A guy stared back at me from the doorway, messy black hair, red flannel shirt, ripped jeans, and military boots, he looked like he came straight out of the cover of a motorcycle magazine... I bit my lip. Was he one of the movers? "Are you done checking me out?" He said dryly and unamused catching me off guard. "Wha-" he cut me off "I'm Dean. Yours?" I was blank. for a minute I didn't know what he was referring to with 'yours', "Blaire" I whispered. I felt intimidated, I didn't know who this person was but I was cautious around him. "Okay, whatever. You're not as stupid as you look." He said while walking away. What the fuck was that? That was rude, it was so sudden I couldn't even say anything back. I walked out of the room "hey that was really rude to say who the hell do you think you are!?" I yelled at him from the end of the Hallway. He turned around and glared at me "listen, Blaire" He said with enfaces on my name. He pinned me against the wall. He's way taller than me. I felt my chest pound. I was nervous. "I'm the pack leader now, it's best you stay out of my way. Or I'll make you cry." He poked me with his index finger repeatedly on my chest. And then I realized, this is my stepbrother. I pushed him offme, he leaned back. "If you think that you will come into my life and tell me what to do you are wrong. There's a new queen in town and it's me. So get used to it" I mustered up the courage to say. He crossed his arms and chuckled. "Fine," he said as he walked away "And drop the bad boy act it's sad and you're not fooling anyone" I yelled at him.
I was fuming at the ears, red with anger, I couldn't believe it, what a colossal asshole! How am I going to get along with a fucking Neanderthal? God.
The movers were gone and all of our stuff was in the house I was organizing my drawers and hanging my clothes in the closet. I was still angry at Dean-o-fuckboy The words repeated over and over again "are you done checking me out?" That cocky son of a- no, Sweet Mara... Every insult ever created describes him accurately. I only just met him and he's already making me lose my patients. It's going to be incredibly hard to get along with a person like him.
