The Diary

New Beginnings

"Austen, honey, can you grab that box for me?" My mom's voice called from down the hall.
"Why, I'm probably just going to move it again." I grumbled carrying the large cardboard box through the front door.
"Don't be like that." She warned sternly, poking her head around the wall to give me a stink eye.
"I promise this is the last time." She smiled weakly, her expression softening.
"Funny, that's what you said last time," I said with a sarcastic smirk. "and yet here we are."
"Well I can't just tell Gary I don't want the promotion, or the pay raise." She chuckled with a playful wink.

I knew that reasoning was true, we did need the money; still, moving across the country wasn't my favourite way of getting it. I especially didn't love that we had to move into this place. I glanced around at the cobwebs that filled the dimly lit hall, I shuddered. This was certainly not my idea of a new home, or even a good one.
"Wipe that look off your face, young lady. I know what you're thinking, it does need some work but I think we might be able to make this our forever home." She smiled.
That was not what I was thinking.

My mother was wrong, very wrong.
I was thinking about how much I didn't want to move from my home in Ohio for this creepy old house in Massachusetts (okay so it wasn't really half way across the country, but still.)
I was thinking how for a family of two with such a strict budget and low household funds we surely couldn't afford such a big house, even if it was so run down. It was really big though, not technically a mansion but to a girl who had lived in an apartment for her whole life it was pretty huge.

"Yeah, ok I got a really good deal. I know it's not the greatest, at least not yet. It could still be a good place for us sweetie." My mom said sympathetically, pulling me from my trance. Well that explained it. The floor tiles were all cracked and grimy, almost all the lights were burnt out, and there was dust on the dust. Just looking at it gave me the chills, so much dirt. Blame it on whatever you want, but I am not a fan of dirt.

"Stop making those faces and put that in the kitchen." She said in annoyance pointing to the large box I was still holding. I rolled my eyes. "Fine." I huffed and stalked off to find the kitchen.
"That's the last of the cutlery" I called from the kitchen about half an hour later. I looked out the window to see the truck pulling away. Darn there goes my chance to get away I thought to myself. Oh well. I decided to go attempt to set up my room. I grabbed a large pack of disinfectant wipes and a broom, if I had a hazmat suit I'd almost be ready; sadly I didn't.