As depressed as I was, moving to a new house and school didn't make it all much better. Leaving home, and moving to a "cool place!" as my mother put it, was just ten times worst. A week ago, I went to Idaho High School. In just a few days, I would go to Ocean South High School in L.A. I had just moved to a new city with a pretty view to the ocean and thought; "look at the bright side, a new person with new friends... and a fresh start." When I got to my new home, I wanted to run directly to my new room. Nervous as I was and didn't know what to expect, I felt shaky...
The house was huge! Dad told me he had bought it from a spoiled rich guy, of course a workaholic with parents who made the rain money- for half the price he had bought it. I didn't like the thought of too much wasted money, but I guessed he was lucky to find a "cheap" house so big and beautiful.
Dad showed me around first, the kitchen was lemon green, and I was starting to think he would have hired a personal chef to cook for him, well, us, since he only knew how to make pasta, but I had taken cooking classes on Saturdays since I was 9-years-old. He only bought the huge house to re-start his life. He had enough savings for it, so he had said "Why not!" I wasn't sure I agreed with this urgent thought and had told him; only because he got a new job with a new paycheck, it didn't mean he had to use it all in the first year, but let him do whatever. My father wasn't rich, not even close. But he liked the new house, loved it was more accurate. He got relocated last year, and earned more money than he did before. My dad is a principal of the school here in California now, in fact, I'll attend the school where he works. He spends his free time writing books which are actually sold and known throughout the world. He is a well known writer and many people enjoy his work, even I do.
He was happy, at least. After the tour was over, I noticed the house was as big as he had told me in his e-mails. Downstairs there was the kitchen, living room, daily-use room, big entrance, and a huge room that was designed for gatherings. Upstairs was a different deal. There was three rooms, mine, his, and an extra one in case someone crashed in with him, well, us. There also was an office for us to shear. After showing me upstairs, he helped me take my bags to me new room. When he stopped abruptly in front a closed door, my room, he took out a key, unlocked the door and said "Wait here." He took my two bags from me and closed the door behind him. 30 seconds passed, and he opened it again. "Now, you can come in..."
I pushed the door open, and smelled fresh strawberry mixed with berries and mint. I took a few steps from the door and saw the room. It had four walls, but 2 other doors leading somewhere else. One wall was deep blue, turquoise, sky blue, and really light blue. It was divided in horizontal lines, from dark to light. The second wall was what you call "cute". It had thin vertical lines, all differently spaced. They were pink, fuchsia, purple, hot pink, and baby pink. The third wall was splattered with polka dots of all sizes, but the biggest one the size of my fingernail. It was all shaded in earth colors, from green to brown. I could see he did this himself; it sure looked fun and easy to dip the brush in a bucket and splash the wall with paint. The fourth wall was the most different from the rest. It was covered in pictures, stickers, posters of recently released movies and really old ones including Twilight, New Moon, Marley and me, Hannah Montana the movie, 17 Again, and others. There also were posters of Gossip Girl, 90210, The Secret life of the American teenager, and The Vampire Diaries. "Wow", I couldn't help saying that. That wasn't all; there were drawings of the cover of books I liked. It even had some glitter and small fairies drawn on the wall. It was a giant collage; the only word to describe this was "Beautiful."
"Like it!?" he said, but wasn't surprised, he knew me too well to know what to do with my room.
It was similar to my old, first room, I had when we were the Steven family in the neighborhood. I had made a collage with posters of hot male actors like Daniel Radcliffe, Shia Labeouf, Taylor Lautner, Robert Pattinson, and Chace Crawford , but a teenager is a teenager, there is no way to get her not to think about guys.
"Well, I'll step outside so you can change and clean up."
"Thanks daddy, I really appreciate all the effort in the room. No, actually I love it!"
"It was nothing sweetie, you just enjoy, and once school starts," there was a small pause, and he looked kind of funny, "show me you deserve it..." I knew why he made that face with his little smile; I felt my cheeks get warm. He knew I would do well, deserve it. It's what I always did, dedicated my extra time to studying and going ahead and learning what was coming up. You could call me a nerd, geek even, but with a mom who was always talking of good vs. bad behavior on students, and the principles to learning and having scholarships. All those things make you kinda obsessive on school. You see, my mom is a workaholic just like my dad, 24/7 involved in her job as principal of the U of I, as I called it, or University of Idaho.
But I didn't always study. I had some dates and hung out with friends. I had had 4 boyfriends and with them, had dedicated some time to making out and dates. I was the cheerleader captain and took gymnastics classes for five years. The only reason I could handle my schedule was because even with all the homework I had, I was practically done with it by the time school finished. Lunch was pretty long, so I mostly did more than half of my homework at that time.
