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Jake
We finally arrived at the new house. I have to admit it was extremely big, and if I was 10 years younger I would have loved playing hide and seek in there, but not anymore. Nicole and dad had already gone inside while I was taking in the size of it all.
"Jake get inside now" Nicole demanded, I can't believe dad allowed her to talk to me like that. As if I'm some sort of dog that's supposed to follow her every command.
"Yeah I'm coming Nicole Jeez" I hated using her name. It was like the bad after taste of felt tips that wouldn't leave your mouth even if you had washed it several times.

I stepped inside dragging my bag behind me.
"Now I've told you call me mum" she demanded
"Over my dead body you witch" I muttered under my breath.
"And pick that darn bag up you're bringing all the dirt in from outside" there you go again another demand, that's all she does is demand demand demand.
"Now now dear I'm sure Jake's just as tired as we are, there's no need to be short with him" that was about the extent my dad would stick up for me.

"Tired! All he's done is sit in the car and sleep. How can he be tired?"
"Yeah well all you've done is flicked your hair, giggled and filled your chest with silicon because you're too ugly for anyone to love" where did that sudden pump of confidence come from. I'd never said anything like that before but I'm glad I did.
"Martin! MARTIN! Do something, are you going to let him get away with that"
"Of course not dear...Jake go to your room" this was the typical routine of my dad being a puppet of Nicole's.
"Slight problem DAD, I don't have one yet. Dont worry though, I'll find one but don't expect to see me for awhile" I strutted up the stairs behind Nicole, dragging my bad behind me almost knocking her over.

By the time I'd reached the second floor I was already ready to collapse, but I had to keep going. I was going to choose the highest room in the house so I was as far away from the witch as I could get.

The house seriously needed decorating, I'd got multiple splinters just from the bannister. I reached the third floor which was smaller than I thought it'd be. It consisted of three rooms, a bathroom, a large bedroom, and a room that contained some really old boxes, two moth eaten towels and the boiler. I suppose this floor was now home.

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