The mistake

My New House..

I yelled, "Come In!" And the door creaked open revealing the devil's sidekick my "mom." I continued to pack while she slowly made her way across the wood floor, probably sizing up the place. I have come to love these wood floors, the only thing that kept me alive in this place I would think. Just waking up and feeling the cool wood floors under my feet allowing me to get some calm before the storm.

Coming back to reality I realized the she beast was talking to me, "but yes your going to have a room since your father wants to act at least decent to you." I zone out once again relishing in my own thoughts of the fact that my father was being a little bit nice. See let me give you some background on my father. He was at the top of his class at Havard University graduating with honors. So you guessed right he is flithy rich with money falling in thousands. Why I seem so sarcastic, well you see he is a lawyer who never had time for me as a kid and what does that result in him treating me like shit. And my mother follows, all the while my mother talks I finish my packing and look towards her. Just in time for her to finish her rant. "Time to bring you to the house," my mom squeaks and leaves out of the room not even offering to help me with my billion and one bags. "Princess," I whisper to myself and somehow lift up all my bags, wobbling towards the door and puts all my bags in the trunk of her jeep. I slowly and hesitantly walk towards the passenger side and force myself to get in and sit next to the devils advocate as I like to call her.

We begin our drive to the house of torture, or I would like to think it would be for me. Even though they have maids and what not I believe they will make me do most of the chores. It's going to make the other hell hole seem better then this hell hole awaiting my arrival. Not only will I have to deal with these parents, I have to deal with my sisters. Oh the darling ones that let me know every chance they get of their distaste of me. I can't wait, note the sarcasm.

Oh but I can't help but think that this reminds me of Cinderella. But the only difference is I won't be finding a prince, they won't be getting pass my ugly. I sigh and look at myself in the sideview mirror. Oh the irony, while I'm in my own thoughts the whole ride slips by as if non existent and we end up in front of this beautiful Victorian house with lots of scenery. The door is so grand with a design that seems to be specifically made for them. The house itself big and grand with Windows galore. I admire this beauty as I slide out of the car and walk toward the trunk waiting for her to open it. How am I suppose to fit in here?

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