"Peter come out now" my step mom screamed at her son, Peter a five year old boy with a grey eye just like me and a black hair and seriously handsome ran out of his room in just pant and signet
"Seriously Peter" Agnes said looking at her son in a very disgusting way then I shook my head from the kitchen "Amy!" she screamed my name and a spoon fell from my hand
"Yes ma" I said after running to her
"Take Peter inside and dress for him properly we would be going out in the next three minute" she said in her commanding tone, who am I to disobey her, honestly, I like her, so much, she had always been like a mother to me since I lost my mother. My dad married her after he saw that I needed a motherly care but too bad my dad died without seeing me graduate high school.
"Hey boy" I said to Peter and he smiled at me "won't you like to check out some cool cloths" I said to him smiling then he rushed into his room while I followed him
Once we got into the room, he started jumping around scattering his room then I pounced on him playfully on his bed
"Oh Big Brother Peter" I said in a playful and respectful way
"Yes, little sister Amity" he said back in a commanding but playful way which was funny but I refused to laugh
"Would you be happy if I am giving the chores to clean up the whole house including your rough room then I later fall sick Big Brother Peter"
"No little sister Amy" he said shaking his head negatively
"Good, so please stop the playing act and let's get you dress so I don't receive a punishment from mummy"
"Okay, little sis, your wish is granted" he said and I smiled
"Thank you your highness" I said and carried him on my shoulders and placed him on his table while I showed him some of his new dresses, after a lot of argument, he decided to stay on one cloth, we spent five minutes in the room and I know I'm in a huge soup
Bang!
Ring! Wait did I just get slapped, Yup
"After telling you I have just 3 minutes to spend here in the house you decide to waste 2 more minutes, do you know how long I've been here" she said screaming at me, I don't get bullied only at school, I also get bullied also at home, but how can I tell her that her son was the cause of the delay
"I'm sorry mommy" Peter said and we both looked at him
"Sorry for what" his mom said and I nod negatively making signals at him not to say he is at fault
"Nothing mom" he said and I heaved a sigh
"Whatever, never in your life should you delay me again okay!" she said facing me
"Yes ma" I said still feeling my hot red cheek
"Make sure the whole house is clean, before I come back home today, and I may not be back till 10:00"
"Okay ma", if she's going to come back at night then Peters not going with her, maybe she's going to leave him with our neighbor, I don't know why she can't trust me with her son, it's obvious
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After some minutes of brooding and palming my face with cream, I started my chores; clean up the whole house with is extraordinary big. I live in a mansion which my dad bought six years ago before he died; I wonder what kind of disaster this could be to me, I mean is my head really that unlucky?
When I was four, mom and dad took me to England to spend my holiday with my grandparents, on their way back home they were engaged in a very big accident which cost my mom's life on the spot and had my dad bedridden for a month. When the news reached us at England, I was transferred home immediately but I didn't come home alone, I came with my grandparents. After a while my grandparents had to leave so they left just me in care of the nurses, I missed school so that lowered my grade.
After my dad recovered he demands for a very quick relocation so we moved to New York while his business is based in the States. My dad is the busiest person I've ever seen, he doesn't have time for me except for weekends which is at least one hour or at most three hours, I have no choice since I have a nanny who is a so kind and loving.
One thing I don't like is the fact that some people regard me as an orphan when I still have a dad, it's silly but they are a bit right, I have a father who doesn't even know that it's my birthday and even when he knows he may not come home, why? Because he actually doesn't have the time, why? Because of his work
Everything changed when I clocked ten and my dad came home with a very beautiful lady but still can't be compared with my mom's, so stunning that I felt sick, and then he told me that she is going to be my new mom practically my step mom. I don't know, I just started viewing everything in a more colourful way not knowing "ALL IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS" I like that word
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Knock, Knock
I heard the door knock, it's not my step mom since its just 5 and it's not our neighbor, she actually don't like knocking, she loved to barge inside the house which I seriously hate, so who can it be, I moved closer and checked the camera but no one's there
"Really" I said before opening the door, I know its Sam, he's always like that, he loved foolish pranks which I partially like and also he is just 15 but no lies, he is seriously handsome and hot, SPARE ME! GOSH I'M A NERD why would I say that "Sam if it's you, come here now, I don't like tricky pranks"
"Sam?" he said and I jumped back inside
"You... what are you doing here" I said seriously surprised
"OMG, so this quiet nerdy girl is my new neighbor, so hard to believe" he said with his hands in his pocket and that signature smirk
"NEIGHBOR!" I screamed
Did I just hear Tyler Field declare himself my New Neighbor? You've got to be kidding me!
Who saw that coming?
Not Me! (Muhahahahahahaha)
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