The Nerd is Actually Bad

How Fucking Nice

Chapter 12:
Important Author's note at the end.

"Ugh, fuck me." I groan to myself.

I look at the big white mansion in front of me and frown.

"Ironic that you look nice on the outside, but in the inside? You harbor the bitchiest bitch in my life." I say speaking to big house.

"Fuck. I'm talking to houses now. How fucking fantastic." I say brushing a hand through my hair.

"Just fantastic." I whisper.

I squeeze my eyes shut and sigh one last time and finally get my ass out of the car.

I take my two suitcases out, and make the painful 1 minute walk from my car to then front door.

I ring the doorbell and hear the tacky music playing on the inside, I roll my eyes. Only my aunt.

I hear her footsteps getting closer and closer until finally she's standing right in front of me wearing a bright yellow dress that hurts my eyes to just look at, red heels (no surprise there), and the brightest most fake smile I've ever seen plastered on her face.

"Hello Aunt Linda," I say through gritted teeth.

"Alina. I am so glad you're here!" She screeches.

I roll my eyes. "Cut the act, nobody's here but you and me."

Her smile fades slowly and the permanent unpleasant face I'm used to appears.
"I was trying to be nice, but I guess people like you don't like nice."

"You're right. I don't. Or we, whatever. I honestly don't care. Where's my room?" I ask her looking any the big white living room and the stairs right beside it.

She scowls at me, "last door on the right." She tells me in a clip tone.

I only once again roll my eyes and climb the stairs and walk to the last door on the right.

The door is simple, white, and bland.

I hate the color white. I'm starting to think she painted every wall on her house white just to spite me. I might sound paranoid but i honestly wouldn't put it past her.

I open the door and put my suitcases on the bed and don't bother to take anything out. If worse comes to worse and I need to get the hell out of here, I won't have to waste time by packing up all my shit.

I walk out of my room and down the stairs and into the bitches big fancy kitchen.

"I knew you would find the kitchen first. You are your father's daughter after all." My aunt says with a disgusted look.

"And I am also your sisters daughter too. Take that disgusted look off of your face before I get rid of it for you." I say with an angry tone.

"Learn some manners Alina, this is my house you're in!" She growls at me. Like literally growls.

Is she some kind of dog? That will make sense because she's a bitch. Get it?

I chuckle, which makes her even more mad.

"This isn't a laughing matter!"