I walked up to the beautiful suburban home. It was... huge. Nothing like I was used to. It was at least double the size of my mom's house. I was intimidated automatically.
Ding Dong
"Hey Elle," my dad yawned while opening the door. He was in his sweatpants and a Yoda t-shirt. Classy he was.
"Hey Dad," I said, kind of quiet. My mom, John, and Maddie were standing behind me, not saying a word. Well, this was awkward.
"Do you want to start grabbing your stuff? I'll show you where your room is," Dad said while scratching his arm. He was going back and forth between me and Mom, like he was talking to her too.
I nodded and walked back to the beat-up truck. I started to grab boxes with everyone following me. I followed my dad into the mansion and looked around. Between the tall ceilings and spiral staircase, I was impressed.
"So your bedroom is the 2nd one on the left upstairs. You won't miss it. Hailey insisted on decorating your door last night," Vanya said, coming out of nowhere. She was in a purple dress that was very fancy. "I have to go to a meeting, but I'll be back by 5. What do you want for dinner?" She asked with a sour undertone.
"Um, whatever is fine with me... I'm allergic to shellfish though," I quietly said, with my head down. I glanced at Vanya, and she was chuckling to herself.
"Okay princess, how does spaghetti sound?"
"That's fine." I turned my attention to climbing up the stairs. I walked down the long hallway, finding the door that had my name on it in glitter. There was also a picture of 2 girls labeled "Hailey and Elle" taped onto it. I smirked and opened the door. It, like the whole house, was huge.
It was fully furnished with very minimalistic colors. It was amazing, like it was out of a magazine.
"I know it's not a very 'teen' room, so I figured you can go shopping tomorrow for decorations and stuff. Vanya will go with you, if that's okay," my dad said behind me. John was in and out, loading boxes. I agreed and started to help John. I found Maddie and Hailey playing in the massive loft, obviously converted into a playroom/ arts and crafts room.
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Life's Little Bumps
Teen FictionElle is your average 13 year old girl. Grades, boys, friends, and family are all prominent in her life. She's gone 10 years without her father and when he comes back, she finds out some secrets about her mother and everything she has ever known. Jo...