Misunderstood

1.

The glass was cool against my warm cheek. The vibrations of the car moving was soothing and relaxing. I had blocked out my entire family a long time ago with my music. I don't know why we had to land at the airport almost an hour away instead of the one right outside the small town, maybe it was cheaper this way? I don't really care though, it's not like I was aching to see the new hellhole I would soon be living in. I was perfectly happy living in our old hellhole in America, but nooo we just HAD to move for dad's work. I saw we were now in a town that I realized was our new home. Fuck. 

Soon enough we arrived at a small townhouse like thing people live in. The red bricks looked old and dirty. Luckily we were on the end of the connected buildings so that means we got a lot more windows to look at the other dirty gross buildings. I hopped out of the car and grabbed the only bag I brought since we were getting all new furniture. I heard a mumbling sound until my earphone was ripped from my ear and screaming replaced my beautiful music. "Summer! You can have the smaller room since I'm going to need the room for all the chicks I'll be bringing home" my obnoxious brother told me with a stupid smirk. "You're disgusting" I said walking into the house. The inside actually looked somewhat nice, I guess mom decorated already. I went upstairs and found all three rooms. There was the master, mom and dad's, then one slightly smaller than the other one. I went into the bigger one and found it had it's own bathroom like the master's. I threw my stuff on the bed and went downstairs to help my parent's bring in the rest of the stuff.

After quite a few hours of decorating and making stuff straight, I'm happy to say I made my small room look pretty damn good. I tucked myself in and prayed that this hellhole would be somewhat decent, but I won't give my hopes up.