Young Soldiers (5 Seconds of Summer and One Direction)

Chapter 3: Jazz hands

Copyright © 2014 thequeenofawesome

God, I haven't been to my place in so long.

I always stay at the school dorms because then I don't have to take the bus. You're probably thinking "What about her parents?” I don't have any parents. They died when I was 11. The cause? I will never know. Since then, I've always slept at school.

My house, well the house which I inherited, is massive.

From the front it looks like a mansion. When you get off the road, the gates open thanks to a card reader. Then the drive way is like in some films where you can come in and turn the car around some sort of roundabout which has beautiful flowers in the middle. The main door is very imposing. Big, made out of class and painted gold on the edges, in the middle and on the handle. Two sets of windows on both sides of the door and of the balcony above makes it look very symmetric.

All around the house there is a big electric fence stopping any trespassers. In front of that we have more flowers. Flowers, flowers everywhere. All around the house and just everywhere. Ugh, I hate flowers. They’re just so girly.

 Once I paid the taxi who brought me here, I took my key out and unlooked the door. This place is just breath taking, I will never get used to it. The entry hall is just amazing. You have a perfect view on all the rooms around: The living room with a flat screen and all the movies and play stations possible with their games on the right, the professional kitchen (kinda like the ones in Master chef but bigger) in front of where I am standing, the games room (All the games you want are in there) on the left, and the home cinema in diagonal on the right.

 In diagonal on the left, there is the stair case made out of granite like the floor in the main hall and in the kitchen. Putting my bag down, I go up the stair case, to my room. My room is the first one you come to once you're upstairs. I open the door to find it exactly the way I left it 6 weeks ago.

 I only come to my place during the holidays but the place is always busy. I don't know why, but there are gardeners, cleaners, security and people like that who look after the house when I am not here. So when I come back, there is already the electricity and the water on, food in the cupboards, and not an inch of dust anywhere. Cool, isn't it?

Before you judge me because I look spoiled like this with the house and maids and stuff, know that this house has been in my family for centuries. We just re-do it and bit from time to time. My parents did have a lot of money though. Working for the WMDS earns a lot.

I sigh, frustrated that I don't know all their secrets and stuff.

The walls in my room are blue navy on one side and grey with bands of black on the other. I have a white corner desk with my MacBook on it, and a queen sized bed in the middle of the room with red and light blue pillows and sheets on it. Yeah, the colours in my room are not very coordinated.

Jumping and then laying on my bed, I get out my phone to check the time. 6:43. Time flies past really quickly. After the phone call from the boys, I finished lessons and went shopping with Amelia. Seeing as it was getting hot now being in the beginning of June, we decided to stock up on summer clothes. I went from the mall here because I didn't had much stuff at the dorms so there no point in going back there.