Surreal

   I sit alone and stare out my window. I watch the children play, and laugh. I envy them. It seems they get everything I've ever wanted, a childhood. On the outside, everything in my life looks great. I had a full family. An overbearing mother, a protective father, and a snob for a little sister. What lies on the inside of this sorrowful life, is much more twisted and covered up. As you read along, you will soon come to figure it out. My name is Ashley Thompson. I'm 17 years old, and get whatever I want when I ask. Most people think I'm over dramatic, or that I exaggerate everything I say because I have money, and they think I'm just some spoiled brat, but let me tell you something, just because your parents have money, and you have expensive items, it doesn't mean shit when you don't have someone to share your happiness with. Money hasn't done my life any good. If anything it has just given me fake friends, and more problems than I'd like. 

Today my family is making us move to this burnt out, tiny town in Indiana. I love my public city here in Cali, however there is no arguing with my father. When he says something-it goes. I embrace my last moments here, sitting by my window. My father walks into my bedroom. My head turns to meet his gaze. He gives me the same big smile he always does when he's excited. "It's time, baby." He tells me. I can feel my eyes swell, but the tears stay hidden. I wasn't much for showing my feelings, but I sure as hell felt them. 

As we took off in our plane, I slept the whole way. I awoke to my father carrying me through the airport parking garage. Moments like these made me happy. My father always treated me like I was still his little girl. I am the daddy's girl in the family. Any time I feel the need to talk, it's to him. He set me down, and I got in the back seat of our car next to my sister. My mother got in the passenger seat, and my father drove us to our new home.

It was around 3am when we arrived at our new home. It looked old, and possibly haunted. I glared at the house, yet still followed my family through the front door. "The movers have placed all the beds in our rooms. We have a lot of unpacking to do tomorrow so get some rest." My mother told my sister and I as she kissed our foreheads. I walked upstairs to my room. I wasn't sure what I thought about the house. I didn't like the layout, or how it looked, but at least I got a new start. The bedroom I got was a descent size, and it had a nice view, which is all I really care about. The hard wooden floors creaked under me as I walked to my new gaze spot. There was lots of pretty green grass out my window, plus it was on the second story which made me really happy. I sat on my fluffy bed and stared at the ceiling, soon after came sleep.

My sleep was disturbed. I figured it was because I was a bit chilly, so I pulled the covers closer to my chest. I squeezed my eyes tighter and rolled to my side. "Who are you?" I heard an unfamiliar voice say. I sat up quicker than lightning, and my eyes bolted open. There was a guy standing at the foot of my bed. He had brown hair, and large eye bags under his eyes. His tall, slender body frightened me at the thought of him hurting me. I tried to scream, but the shock of him being there paralyzed every fiber of my being. He just stood there, staring at me, waiting for an answer. I tried again to scream, but only a tiny whimper came from my soft lips.