Why Me

Chapter 1

"Well...what do you think?" My dad asked, me when he got into our new 2 story, 4 bedroom, 5 bathroom, 1 kitchen house. Setting the two boxes that were labeled "kitchen stuff" down, on the dusty down stairs living room wood floor.

I turned to look at my dad. "It's nice." I said trying to sound happy and excited for him. But in reality I didn't. I don't like it here, I never in the first place wanted to move. I wanted to stay home, my real home.

This new house, this new town will never be my home. But, I did't have the strength to tell my father, it would break him even more then he is now. I know that it's been 2 years since my mom has been gone and I know my dad, my brother, and I try to stay positive and happy, and I try to stay positive and happy but it's hard on all of us. It would be a bad idea to tell him how I truly feel about moving, so I decided to put on the "happy" act.

"Sweetheart...listen." Putting some boxes down, my dad walked over to me.

"I know how you truly feel about moving here." Looking up at him I looked at him with wide eyes.

 "How did y-"

"I'm your father I know You like the palm of my hand." he said laughing. Giving me a kiss on the forehead.

"Just please try to like it here...not just for Alex and me but, for you too honey." He said wrapping me in one of his fatherly hugs.

"Ok dad...i'm sorry I didn't mean to have that act towards you." I apologized, breathing in his senate.

Ever since my mom passed away my dad has always brought me comfort. Even when my mom was still alive he has always been there for me. I guess you can say I'm a daddy's girl, from the moment U was born. At least that's what my mom has said. " It's alright honey don't apologies." My father reassured me.

Pulling out of his hug. He wipes a few stray tears that managed to escape from my dark doll brown eyes, with his tan/white thumb.

 "Ok enough crying. Why don't you get first pick of choosing your room before your brother beats you to it." My dad said laughing. Before I could make it up the stairs. My 6 year old brother walked in carrying his blue backpack and his white baby blanket, he's had since my mom and dad brought him from the hospital the week he was born.

"Dad! how come the gets first pick... that's not fair." Whinnying, my brother started chasing me up the stairs with a smile on his face. Laughing I quickly made it up the stairs and randomly chose the first room I saw.

"I call this room!" I stated. Turning around, knowing my brother was right behind me.

"Ok...but can I be in the room next to yours sis like we did back home...please." He begged, walking towards me hugging my leg. Even though he's only 6 he still acts like a 3 year old.

"Of course you can but no making any noise...deal" I stated, picking him up and sticking out my tan/pale hand towards him.

Taking my hand in his small pale on he sakes it. 

"Deal." He agreed, setting him down he walks out of my room to go to his new room next to mine. Closing the door behind him I let out a sigh of relief.

Finally getting to look at my room, I see that it's big. bigger then my room back home in California. I have bigger bedroom space. a bigger bathroom, and a bigger closet. Setting down my backpack in a corner. I walk into the bathroom, turning on the light. Theirs a sink and a long side ways mirror above it. Turning my head to the left theres a shower and a bath. "Oh Joy" I said sarcastically. I don't know why but I've never liked taking baths.

I've always feared that with of how much I weigh I would always break the tub. Turning off the light and closing the door behind me. I walk back into the room.