Dating A Duggar

Moving and Meeting the Duggar's

Above is a picture of Melina. Hope you enjoy!
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I can't believe my parents are doing this to me. They are taking me away from everything I've ever known. I don't have any friends but that is just the result of be homeschooled I guess. We are moving to some small town in Arkansas. But we aren't living in town. We are going to move into a house that my dad has been building in secret for the last couple years. I guess it's out in the country and we only live by one other family. Dad told me that they have a lot of kids in their family so I guess I might actually have some friends. But they might find me weird and not like me. I have a bunch of problems. I have a form of autism called asperger's syndrome. That just means I have problems communicating with people properly. I have sensory processing disorder but mine doesn't act up as bad as others. My main problems were light, smell and temperature. I also have claustrophobia or I am claustrophobic in simpler terms. That results in me having panic attacks which are also triggered by my SPD. I just hope they like me. One good thing about them though is that they are religious like my family. The only difference with me is that with the way my temperature works I am allowed to wear not only skirts and t-shirts but shorts that go to just above the knee, jeans, and long sleeve shirts. I also exercise to stay strong so I go on runs in the morning and then do workout stuff in the evening. Right now we're in the car on our way to our new house. I laid down across the back seats with my pillow and a thin blanket, slowly drifting off to sleep. *Time skip*

"Meli. Wake up baby. We're here." Dad said as he shook me awake. I slowly sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I may be 14 but I'm quite small for my age and with my disorders my parents treat me like I'm 7. I grabbed my blanket and pillow and stepped out of the car. I looked at the house in front of me and smiled. It was big even though it was the only the three of us. I walked up to the front door and looked at my parents, silently asking if it was okay to go in. The both nodded and I opened the door, walking into the front hallway. I could see that pictures had already been hung up. Mainly just some family pictures of the three of us and my grandparents. I walked in further to see the living room. It was connected to the kitchen which was really big. There was already couches, a coffee table and end table set, a TV and other things in the living room. I walked over to the stairs, seeing a bathroom on the way. I reached the top of the stairs and looked over the railing. It was amazing. I could tell where mom and dad's room was because it had a double door. There was another bathroom upstairs as well as some of the paintings I had done in past years. Finally I reached the last door. It had my name on it in blue letters with purple dots. I opened the door to find my dream room. The walls were painted a soft purple with blue designs all over them such as flowers and hearts. My bed wasn't just a normal bed. It was built like a bunk bed but instead if having a bottom bunk it had a couch that could turn into a bed under it. There was a desk off to the side and there was a window that looked out over the space separating our house from our neighbor's. I did notice another door in the hallway up here. I walked back out and over to it. I opened it slowly and was shocked by what was inside. It was an art room. There was a place for clay and a place to fire it, a painting space, a space to draw and an entire place to store my supplies. I ran out of the room and down the stairs as fast as I could without tripping. I found my dad and jumped on him, latching on like a koala. He just laughed. "Thank you daddy. I love it." I said, my voice slightly muffled by his shoulder. "Your welcome princess. Now come on. We need to get dressed appropriately. We're going over to meet the neighbors."

I nodded and got down. I ran back inside and up to my room. I closed the door behind me and went over to what I assumed was my closet. Most of my clothes had been brought here a few weeks ago so I only had a suitcase to unpack for clothes. I opened the door to find my clothes organized just how I liked them. The pants on one side folded neatly by style and then color and the shirts the same way hung up on the other side with shoes along the bottom and jackets in the back. I walked over to the skirts and picked out a nice light blue one that went down to my knees. I grabbed a white shirt that had a floral design on it. I put those on only just realizing that I didn't put my shorts on under my skirt. With how active I am I have learned to wear shorts under my skirts. I grabbed a black pair of spandex and put them on under my skirt really quick. I put my hair up in a ponytail and slipped on my favorite pair of black vans. I decided not to bring a jacket because I was feeling warm and didn't want to get too warm. I really hope that this goes okay. I don't want any panic attacks or my SPD to act up. I walked downstairs to see my mom and dad sitting at the table. My mom was wearing her respectful skirt and shirt with a thin jacket over while my dad was wearing nice jeans with a button up shirt tucked into them. I noticed he buttoned the top one, making him look ridiculous. I walked over and unbuttoned it for him then fixed his collar. "There. That's better. How many times do I have to tell you not to button the top one?" He just gave me a look. I snorted and he laughed at the noise that just came out of my throat. "Don't make that sound when you meet the neighbors. It might scare them away." Me and dad had a very playful relationship. They both stood up and started to walk towards the door. "Hey daddy. Can I have a piggy back ride?" I asked him. He just bent down so I could climb on. Like I said before, I'm very small for my age. I'm only 4'10" and I only weigh 95 pounds. When we walk out the door I decide to be funny. "We're off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz." I lightly sing. Mom and dad just laugh at me and I lay my head on dad's shoulder.