Over chat

1st chapter

~Online chat~

HD: Yeah well I got to go pack.

Jackson: Your moving?

HD: Yeah' I'm staying in Ohio though.

Jackson: Good that still means I have a chance of meeting you.

<HD (Hillary Danoski) P.O.V>

I close the laptop and can't help but smile, maybe this year I can restart, I mean no one knows my past besides Ashley and Melissa, the evil step sisters no joke they are pure evil, but surprisingly pretty. After my dad died (two years ago) he gave the house to me but Angelica (step mom) didn't like that, so now instead of me having it for myself they decided to all move in. I pack my last bag I put down my baby pictures and the picture of my dad down and place my close over top so they won't get hurt. "LARY!!!COME GET MY BAGS!!!" Angelica screams as I zip up my bag and run down the stairs and put my bag in the car "LARY!!" Angelica screams again "coming!" I run back inside and see her bags, this is gonna take awhile. After what seems like forever I have almost all of the bags in the car except for my last bag, I go in the house not running though, just fast enough where I can still take mental picture of the house before I leave.

I go outside and put my bag in the back seat, and then I look around Angelica is driving Ashley has shot gun and Melissa is in the back with all the bags on my side of the seat. "Where am I supposed to sit?" I ask waiting for a answer "Just get in the damn car!" Angelica screams, somehow I manage to get myself in, but in the process being pilled bye more bags.

The car ride seemed like 2 days but was actually only 3 hours, it should have been less but Angelica decided to bring her stupid dog and it decided to start throwing up so we had to take a couple stops. Anyway the house was huge, like a mansion. Of course they got to pick there rooms first so I was stick with the small guest house next to the big mansion, but I wasn't complaining because I had my own place that...."Lary! Lary!Can you hear me!" that has a walkie talkie box mounted in my room. "yes I can hear you." I press the button and say "oh perfect it's working, go get our bags from in the car." she says UGH why me. I get up and walk to the drive way admiring the stoned path, I get to the car and grab some of there bags I push open the door to the main house and I am greeted by a huge crystal chandelier.

I walk through the house until I find there rooms and put there bags in there rooms, repeating these steps exactly probably 10 more times for each persons bags, until finally the rest of the bags in the car are mine. I go to the car grab my 6 bags well at least try I could only bring 2 considering those where the biggest, I put them in my little house and then go back to the car and grab 3 bags and put them away all I have left is 1 more bag and my skate board, I go back to the car and grab my bag and swing it over my shoulder and look around for my skate board, and just my luck it's in the trunk. I close the door and open up the trunk and I grab my skate board and run to my little house. After I put my bags in one area I look around my little house and realize there is a lot of boxes, so I grab a box and put it at the foot of the king sized bed that was already there waiting for me, I plop down on the bed and open up the box, old photos of me and my father, documents about some kind of restaurant, more photos then a scrap book the only one I have ever seen I pick it up and place the box back where I found it, and I decide to lay down and look through the scrap book until someone bursts into my room with old furniture/cups/cilvawere, all that old stuff "Um what are you doing?" I ask dumb founded at to why this guy decides to barge into my room with no explanation "Um my job." he says smartly as he puts the table down in front of a mini fridge I just now noticed. "Um what exactly is your job?" I ask trying to figure something's out "um well right now I'm trying to get some money doing yard work other stuff. I work for Mr.Danoski, I grew up with his family." he says.

Who is this guy? And does he still think my fathers alive?
I push aside my thoughts, "um you know that da.... I mean Mr.Danoski died right?" I say still wondering what's going on. "Um well yea well, I mean my father told me but I just felt that it was my responsibilty to keep this place nice ya know? Just for him. Is that his wife?" he asks kinda starting to get sad I felt bad "um yea that was his wife until he passed." I say turning around, trying to hold in my tears. "oh um well it was nice meeting you." he says putting out his hand near me I brush my face with my hand and shake his hand with the other "It's nice to meet you too...." I am cut off by the walkie talkie thing "Lary come make us dinner now!" She yells, as if I can't hear her. "Oh your the maid, you get your own place to that's pretty cool. that's pretty funny though your name is Lary they used to call Mr.Danoski's daughter Hillary that, um have you heard or seen her?" he asks with saddened eyes, how does this boy know me, "Um yeah she is doing okay." I say kinda curious as still who this boy is. "Oh yeah um my name is Luke." he says shyly, oh my gosh this is not the shy little boy I once knew, oh my gosh it is. "Luke... I'm Mr.Danoski's dau........." once again I am cut off bye the walkie talkie thing going off "Lary get down here now!" she screams obviously mad "well I gotta go nice meeting you." he says and walks out of the room. Maybe it's for the best he doesn't know, I mean I am a total loser. After I make the royal pain in the asses dinner I go back to my room and get to work, I put all the boxes that arnt mine on a high shelf, I put up my posters, out away my clothes, and set up my makeup table, simple enough. I plug in my alarm clock and go to bed, tomorrow I'm going to school. This should be interesting.