Why is everyone so crazy?

Why is everyone so crazy?

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The house had a broken roof, and all the floors were sunken, most of the steps in the stairs were broken and the smell of mold and stagnant water were in the air, I turned to my mother and gave her a look "Really?" I asked.

She was frowning at her surroundings and dropped her purse "Oh dear" She hastily fumbled in her pocket and pulled out a paper which she had printed off the directions "This cant be the place! what was you're dad thinking!?"

"Im going to look around" I told her, I carefully walked up the steps, A cobweb tangled in my face, I brushed it out and "Gross" I whined to myself.

What was my dad thinking, This place was terrible! I walked down the hallway to look at the rooms, Looking for a place I could claim as my own, The first door had shelves and a broken desk "Office" I mumbled to myself, The second door was the bathroom, the tile was grungy and the bathtub was leaking. The next room had ripped wallpaper and a large window. The room after it was large and faced the ocean, I sighed, This must be the master bedroom.

I went back to the smaller room and looked out the window, Dad had pulled up with the rented truck and was arguing with my mom, Mom had decided a few months ago aafter she lost her job that she hated living in the city and wanted to own her own house, So Dad went out on a mission to look for the right place.

"Ken! I wanted a house! not a shack! How am I going to fix this!?"

Dad scratched his head "Im sorry Glori, This was the only thing near the sea that we could afford"

Mom stomped her feet on the grass "Fuck it Ken! You Idiot! You cant do anything right!"

"Me not doing anything right? Who lost their job? Who is having a midlife crisis?" My dad yelled back.

I rolled my eyes at them, I traced my fingers along the flowery wallpaper, My dad calling out my name brought me back to reality "Chrissie, Time to unpack"

My mom had stormed off in her car to the grocery store we had passed on our way here, I helped my dad move everything inside, It took us a few hours, Mom had returned and was moping in the garden. All of our black and white furniture clashed with the rundown look of the house, As it got dark mom entered and glared at my dad "We should hire somebody to fix this place up"

"What part of DIY-" My dad started, But decided to keep quiet "Im going to my office"

Mom stuck her nose in the air "Im going to my room" and stomped up the stairs, I was left alone in the kitchen.

They were always this way, Fighting, I think they should have gotten a divorce a long time ago.

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Note -

MAN OH MAN, Summer is arriving! not here, But other places I assume, Good time to be eighteen and move into my first place!

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