Hi, my name is Linnea and my live is just a whole mess... I just got to know I'm rich af and I gotta go to an other school. I men I'm not complaining about being rich and stuff.. but I feel betrayed because every one around me lied to me about wher...
I looked out of the window and I felt my mom starring at me. I didn't talk to her. I was mad because she had found a new ‚love'. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for my mom, but it's not like she had good experience with man. My dad as example. He left after I was born.
My mom sayid that he just disappeared one day and she never saw him again. After that she met a guy named Thom. He was a good guy. My mom met him when I was 9 years old.
I can remember the time I first saw him. I could understand why my mom fell for him. He was very Handsome and had a very nice personality. He always treaded me and my mom like Royal's and called me princesses.
I loved him like my own dad. And he loved me like a daughter. As soon as I was 11 years old, my mom and Tom expected twins! I was so happy to be a big sister to a little boy and girl. When the two arrived our family was complete. Some years passed and suddenly Tom started to come home late .. I was 13 at the time and the twins where 4.
My mom was stressed out cause Nola didn't sleep well and jack was screaming the whole time. I always tried to help her. At the first night Tom was just a little dizzy. But as time passed he began to drink more and came home even later. My mom decided that me and the twins should have a better live and so they divorced. Mom, twins and I where living alone in a little house.
It was not like we were poor or something, because even thou my step dad was an alcoholic, he cared very much about us and gave us more Money then we actually needed. He is also taking care of him again. He is going to therapy and does all he can.
But now my mom thought it was a good idea to just leave our house and everything we had, just to go to some rich ass man and live our new life. I hate just the thought of going to the same high school with all those rich, arrogant and spoiled kids that had no worries accept of not getting daddy's black card to go shopping.
All I knew about her new man is: that he had a big house, a good job, a daughter and son. His wife died -don't really know how long ago that was- And that's all I know. I didn't even bother to ask for his Name, I knew I wouldn't be there for long.
„Honey?" my mom glanced to me „What?!" I replayed to her in an unfriendly tone. „Honey I'm sorry I know how hard this is for you and I-„ „you have no idea how it is for me!" I didn't let her finish the sentence. I wanted to scram but I didn't want to wake up Jack and Nola. The twins where sleeping in the back seat and seemed so calm.
I looked at them and smiled. They grow so fast. Jack and Nola are now 9 years old. In the age I met the dad of them. I got sad on the thought of my step dad. I looked back at my mom and saw that she was deep in thought's. „Are you ok?" I asked her curiously, she never was the silent kind of person, she was more like the one girl at the party that always made a good mood and everybody liked her. „Yes Honey" she replayed. I just kept silent and looked out the window.
2h later:
„Honey we arrived!" my mom sounded so happy that I felt bad for my expectations of her relationship ending fast and for the imagination of that making me happy. „Jack! Nola! Wake up!" the two opened there eyes slowly and rubbed them. Jack looked out the car and asked my mom if we arrived and she nodded. Nola was still half asleep and didn't seem very interested in her new home.
We got out of the car and took our stuff. Jack looked at the house in front of us and said „not bad" my head tourned towards him and I couldn't help it but laughed. He laughed with me -even tho I was pretty sure he didn't know what we laughed about- I enjoyed the little moment with my siblings. We didn't have a lot of those. Since I have to go to school and work on the weekends and my mom had to work as well, the twins where a lot with a babysitter and we couldn't spend much time with each other.
I saw a man coming out of the house and as he reached us he hugged the twins and me. I was to confused to hug him back, because I still didn't get over the big ass castle we should live in from now on. „Hello, so you are the kids of this beautiful woman!" he sounded very happy to meet us. „Awee, babe your so charming!" my mom said in a dreamy voice. „Eww, mom!" jack made a disgusted face and I couldn't have said it better.
„So you guys wanna come in?" the guy offered us. „Yes sure!" my mom replayed as fast as she could to hold me back from saying something like: ‚no not really' ore something sarcastic like: ‚ actually we wanted to stay outside and sleep on the ground, and when we already here why don't we eat out of the garbage?'
I laughed at my own little jokes and Nola looked at me confused. „Did I miss something?" she asked me looking like she was thinking about if I am the crazy one or if it's her. „Haha no Nola, everything is fine" I said with a big smile witch seemed to make her think that I need to go get checked out by a psychologist or some.
As we got in Jack looked at the Art peace's all along the large hallway. „Oh my god!" he then screamed out. We all toured our heads to him with the worry that something happened. He leaned closer in to one of the Art peace's and said „that's a real art peace of Vincent Van Gogh!!" I looked at my mom and my mom looked at me before she looked at her lover „Ahm...honey... is that right?" she asked him. „Y-Yes..." she said confused about how a 9 year old child can know about Art that well. „Jack has a really high IQ for his age" I explained to the man calmly. „Oh please, you don't have to be Einstein to know that" jack said with a undertone as if we'd be stupid if we wouldn't have known that.
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„Van Gogh is known for being psychologically unstable, but his arts are among the most famous and popular of all time. Van Gogh's technique of painting with flurries of thick brushstrokes made up of vivid colors squeezed straight from the tube would inspire subsequent generations of artists." jack said it like it's the obvious thing in the world. I couldn't hold my smile as I saw the confused face of the boyfriend from my mom and the lowkey proud face of my mom. „Your really good little man" Mr.Rich guy said. „Well i probably have a larger IQ then you, so I'm not quite surprised." i could see my mom blushing and the laughter of Nola and Mr.Rich. „JACK!" my mom schooled him. „Well..." i started off but my mom shut me down with a glare. I giggled and the twins did to.
We ended the House tour and now that we've seen all of the 4 pool's the Sauna that was larger then our last home and the room's we would live on, my mom said that we can go to our room's and pack our stuff out now. I was glad that I could have a moment of silence for a while. So I walked up the stairs to my room where my stuff was waiting for me -a Butler brought it up there for me, yes they have butlers- now I can finally take out my precious necklace that I got from my biological dad before he left.
