What's meant to be.

Dinner with old friends and a new room.

"I love this house so much!" My moms voice chirped through out the empty house.

The moving truck pulled in, making this all less of a dream. More and more, it formed into a reality, and less than I dream I wanted to be having.

I sighed, looking up the stairs. Slowly I began walking up them, hoping for a room I'll actually like.

On my left a door stayed closed, making me want to check it out. I made my way to the door, opening it, sending a creaking noise through the house.

Seeing nothing but hard wood floors, and grey walls, made me want this room.

"Mom, do I get to pick my room out?"

"Yeah. Just don't get the last door to the right."

"No worries." I spoke under my breath.

I jogged down the stairs passing movers on my way down.

"Aye mom."

"Hmm?"

"Do you think I can go out, like in town?"

"I'm afraid not, we actually have dinner plans tonight."

"Where? What's the rest-"

"Actually, it's at someone's house, we already have people welcoming us."

"Oh, that's great." I tried to keep a cool voice.

"We'll be leaving around six." She looked at the clock, "which is in thirty minutes." She flicked hair out of her face.

"Honey!" She yelled.

"Yeah?"

"Dinner's in thirty." She paused, looking at me.

"Go get ready." She motioned me to leave.

I grabbed a suit case, hoping it had clothes that would suit my moms needs. Some days she didn't care or mind me wearing whatever, other days she wanted me to look descent, presentable, like it even mattered.

I picked a simple grey short sleeve shirt, high wastes shorts and my black vans, brushing my hair afterwards.

"Mom this is fine right?"

She looked me up and down, not saying anything.

"I suppose.. It's your first impression." She shrugged.

"Don't really care."

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After, what seemed like hours, we arrived at this mansion bigger than the other houses around.

I was surprised, since it was the only mansion in town. Maybe they were richer than everyone else, or.

"Please don't cause a scene." My mom pulled me from my thoughts.

"That was one time." I rolled my eyes.

A few minutes after ringing the bell the door swung opened. Standing at the door was an older man, maybe in his forties.

"Please, come in." He sent a smile, moving to the side.

Walking in we stood waiting for him to close the door. He leaded up to a table, filled with some foods, and empty chairs.

Taking a look around I would catch him looking at me like I was something special to him, it was creepy enough they knew when we were moving here.

"So how's the moving going?" He spoke up causing me to jump a little in my seat.

"Crazy." My mom laughed a little, making the older man and my father smile.

"Yes, well, moving is known for that."

"Hey Mike!" A woman's voice came from a room.

"Excuse me, coming."

"Who are these people again?" I faced my parents, seeing they looked back n' forth from my question.

"Just, old friends." My mom lost eye contact from me.

I raised and un-raised my brows. Of course she'd lie to me. Old friends? Wouldn't she have mentioned them to me, like every other 'old friend'? She did with the others; even if she wasn't in touch with them any more.

I sighed, looking around the, rather large room. Before long Mike, and his wife, were bringing plates full of food, placing it on different spots of the table.

"I'm going to get the boys." Mikes wife sent a quick smile before turning around.

Filling our plates, the once quiet house grew with sound once the 'boys' came in. Looking up my mouth grew dry, seeing they weren't just boys, but boys with nice bodies, around my age.

Before they looked up, I looked down, not wanting them to know I was staring, then again, my parents and there parents had caught me.

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Yes I know, the first few chapters have been short. BUT, I promise the next one will be longer!