The 'Regular' High-Schoolers

MY NEW ITALIAN HOME

You see that picture up there? That's cz i love Gossip Girl and it's so friggin' amazing. I mean aren't Dan and Serena awesome together? Nate (what up TRHS reference) is so effing hawt! Besides, I love Blair and Serena's clothes. Rich Kids they are. And isn't it so bloody absorbing? Let me think what I last saw. Yeah! Blair's pregnancy test. I won't tell you the results (for those of you who don't know). And, I want to watch Riverdale. Archie's jawline is jaw dropping.*sighs*
No sooner did we step in or roll in, I hopped off the truck. It was all coming back to me. Like a tornado. With my mum looking down upon us, absolutely motionless the deep rage bottled within me suddenly seemed to rattled. Violently. Above all, I missed my daddy.

A chauffer came and asked for the car (truck) keys and parked it off in the distance. I was too occupied to notice the tension between Lana and Louis. But, it was bloody evident. Before the chauffer could take away the car, Louis got off and opened the door for Lana. I admit it was sweet. Meanwhile, my mum had left to probably welcome us. I rolled my eyes at the thought. That woman had enough pride to last herself a century more.

Two doormen opened the white oak doors and we stepped in. The most annoying thing about my mum is the fact that she makes it a point to stare at each of my friends' outfits for long enough to make them uncomfortable enough to not want to come the second time. And so I don't want my friends to come home. In any case, the house was supposed to be as it was but, owing to some renovations my mum must have read off some Italian lifestyle magazine and her bank balance, I don't recognise my own house. Rich brats. I shook my head hypothetically and laughed at the thought. As much as I don't want to admit, it looked stunning. And, just then a horror struck me.

My room!

And I ran, ran for life. But, of course, mommy dear stopped me midway and brought me to my startled friends. Harry was looking at me with a lot of concern. It felt good. Genuinely. It feels so good to know that you have someone who loves you as much as your daddy. If not more. It makes one feel special. And I , felt special. All these thoughts crossed my head while I was starting at Harry's curls. And suddenly, I wanted to ruffle them. Like old times. And, then he'd tangled all my hair in a futile attempt to ruffle mine.

Harry indeed noticed.

"Hello Mrs. Roentgen. " Ashley broke the silence and awkwardness with her smile.

I broke away from my mum and announced, "We're going to my room."

"And what about the brunch dear? It's already 11:30"

Niall gasped, only without any sound, so that I would cheer up. I love that boy.

And I ran to my room. With the others following me at a turtle speed, admiring the new wallpapers and my embarrassing childhood pictures. I on the other hand wanted to go as far away from this home as possible. I wanted to preserve the old memories. Of the home in which I lived with my daddy. My mother has once again managed to scar my memories. And I will not let her succeed. The others reached soon after. They must have followed me. Relief flushed over me when I saw that my room had been left untouched. Nostalgia came gushing over and I closed the door. I hate crying before anyone.

And so, they did not knock or budge or try to console me. And, I felt thankful. I hate consolations. I let them in soon after I had managed to stifle my sobs.

Ashley of course had been in quite a lotta times. The others hadn't. The wall in front of my bed was plastered with sticky notes, posters, cards, and many other random things. It is my memory wall. Like a diary. The wall behind my back has characters, quotes, even passages from all of my favorite fandoms. And the window to the left is the only thing I missed the most. Actually, my room is my favorite place to get lost. It's like my own personal place. It's the Elena-Gilbert-window.

The next thing which struck me was my wardrobe.And there it was. A whole bunch of new clothes of all types and sorts. The casual, back to school, last night out, the prom, the good girl one, the Gothic chic, the black devil, the vamp, the party animal and my favorite, the formals. Normally i wouldn't spend so much as $200 on clothes if she went shopping but, the high-waist jeans that immediately registered it's presence made it to my brain because of the jaw-dropping price tag. It cost $400. Even if i am more compatible with this £,I managed to register that $400 is a little, no wait, way too much. The no. Of novels i could buy. Gosh!Chanel, Gucci, Estee Lauder, Kylie Cosmetics, even Victoria's Secrets managed to reach my cupboard. Lana and Ashley meanwhile, had reached beside me, gaping.

"What da ya chics think? "

"It's----- well-- just about oo-kayy." Lana said.

Ashley arched her eyebrow. I tell u that single-eyebrow raise will turn any guy on.

Meanwhile the boys were busy devouring all the Margaritas and Kool-Aids.
"Hey you boys don't finish that already!" I shrieked and Niall looked up mischievously. He lifted half the pizza and nibbled it from all sides. "Ah Come on young man" Ashley went and took a huge monstrous bite of the pizza. "Young lady you're in trouble." Niall said with hands on his waist.
"Look my mum's here guys" Ashley said and burst into laughter like she'd lost her mind. We joined in. Just then somebody knocked. Even without turning ,I knew who it was.
"Yes Julietta? "
"Ah Miss Dare you still remember me." Said the middle-aged governess.
I broke into a grin and went and hugged her. "It's my mother I left. Not you."
She opened her mouth to supposedly sermon me on how I shouldn't feel that way about my mother. "I know, I know. Just let it----rest Julietta."
I interrupted her.

"We're coming." Niall sealed the deal and she left.

You know you love me,
Xoxo
Gossip girl