A Girl and Her Boys

Chapter 2

My new room is nice. Who am I kidding, it's better than anything I had with my dad. I am in the room across from my old room, and thankfully there is no smell of old people here like there was when I last lived in this house. It is going to be weird though watching Peyton have my old room, but I am the one barging in on their lives after I've been with my dad for 5 years.

I continue to look around the room in awe, I have my own walk-in closet, there's already a makeup stand set up and led light for me. Then in the other corner there is a full-length mirror and a whole bean bag chair. I don't even have enough clothes with me to fill up the drawers I have in my room, let alone the huge closet I have now.

It's more than anything I could have thought or dreamed of before I left this house, I had a lot, but nothing like this, given I was also 10. At my dad's house I was lucky to have a bed in a different room. My clothes were just in piles on the floor. I slept on a mattress on the ground, no actual bed frame. Sometimes it would get too cold, so I had to grab any extra towel I found and use it as a blanket. So, from there this is a step up. Also, the rest of the house is nicer, there's no dirt on the ground, no smell of alcohol, and no random people walking around my house.

I'm just waiting on my bed now, sitting on my phone. I said I didn't have much to unpack because I didn't have much, period. But thank god I could get myself enough money to buy a new phone. It's just the thought of having a phone that feels safe. I don't have that many people to talk to, and I don't even really have any reason for a phone beside the fact that everyone has one. But holding it in my hand and just looking online calms me. I don't need to text or call people with it, I just need it in my hands.

"Dinner!" I hear my mom yell as I look up from my phone and slide off my bed. I keep my phone in my hand to calm me down. I think every teenager has this problem, the minute they don't have their phone they feel anxious and all they can think about is finding their phone.

As I walk down the stairs and get closer to the kitchen, I hear more voices. And then I remember that my mom said "boys" right before I started unpacking in my new room. But I only ever remember being told I have one brother now.

Walking into the kitchen all eyes fall on me and the conversation immediately stops. The now six boys standing around the island staring at me, some have smirks on their faces, Peyton is just flat out glaring at me. I try to make a half-smile, to make myself seem less awkward than I am. I'm guessing that didn't work though.

Well I guess I still have random people walking around my house.

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Hi! Sorry, this is a shorter chapter, but my next ones will be longer! Thanks for reading this! I'm Going to try and write a new chapter two times a week. Probably on Tuesdays and Fridays. 

Thanks!

Rose <3