Mace.

Chapter One

The car came to a jerking stop. I glanced up from my phone to look at our new house. My younger brother snatched my phone from my hand. I could care less, I was about to have a fight with my parents. It was an old house, the ugliest one I've ever seen. White chipped paint lying on the dead grass. Many broken shutters, and dirt spots on the lawn where the grass wouldn't grow any more. I thought this could be a joke, but as soon as my mom turned around and clapped her hands together with a smile, I knew it wasn't.
"So what do you guys think!" she smiled happily and nobody answered.

"In my opinion it's the ugliest house I've ever seen. Is it too late to go home?" she nodded.
"Well mother, I'm not living here. I'll go buy my own house or live with nana and pap."

"Taylor, you can't. I know it's not as nice as what we could find in California. As of right now this is our home." my dad said this as he got out of the car and went to the trunk of the van. I took my phone from my younger brother Ryan and scoffed.

"You know this could count as child abuse. Neglect and stuff. You know we are pretty much homeless now so thanks mom and dad." I crossed my arms over my chest as my two older siblings looked at me.

"Taylor, why don't you shut your fat head and go inside our house brat. You're not thankful for anything you have." Jack said to me, Maya nodded in agreement, so I grabbed some of my bags I could carry and stormed into this house.

It was finally time for dinner by the time we put up the twins beds, Jack and Maya, and set up their rooms. Mine and Ryan's rooms would be messed with after dinner.

We all sat quietly as we ate takeout Chinese for dinner. We usually sat around a tv, we don't normally talk.

I could tell mom and dad were still frustrated at me for not liking this house, but it's a little better on the inside. I'll never tell them that. It would be like giving a baby chocolate.

After finishing our gross takeout Chinese they set up the living room while Ryan and I put stuff up in the kitchen.

I was so tired of this place already. I hate this house and this neighborhood. Four more years until I get to go back to California. I decide to ditch Ryan and go finish setting up my bed and put up some of my clothes and then check out some stuff on my phone.

As 11:00 rolls around and I'm now sitting in my half unpacked room. It's a dull white color with old wooden floors. It has an old lady smell to it that creeps me out. I light a Vanilla Candle and let my room heat up with the scent. I lay on my bed and spread out.

Hopefully Tomorrow will be a better day.