So this is chapter 2. I seem to have lost all my readers somewhere... Such a shame... Sorry about it being late. I'm doing the junior NaNoWriMo and I've had like the worst few months ever, but I'm trying!
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We arrived at the house around noon. I started to get the bags from the taxi that had took us from the airport to the house. I dropped them when I turned and actually looked at the mansion before me.
It was huge!
It was 3 stories high, plus the attic. It must have been the width of about 3 normal houses, and the length of at least 2. It was beautifully built, it was more a work of art than a living space. I picked the bags back up, ignoring the extremely well kept garden that flourished with life, and walked down the stone path to the front door. I put the bags down on the step and knocked three times. Once I'd knocked I turned to get the rest of the bags. There wasn't much we had really. Just clothes and any items of sentimental value we wanted to keep. I, in particular, had a few of those. I had kept a lot of my grandma's things after she passed away. I couldn't let her go. Another reason I didn't want to leave England.
I turned with the bags to notice my mum being greeted by the man who seemed to be my new step-dad. Fun...
I headed over with the last of the bags after paying the taxi driver. Luckily, I'd had all my money changed to dollars before I came over. As the taxi driver pulled away behind me my mum turned. 'Did you just pay the taxi driver?'
'Yeah why?'
'I was gonna pay him.'
'Well now you don't have to.'
'Here. I'm not letting you pay for the taxi.' She said, holding out some money.
'Mum, it's not a problem, honestly.'
'Well, well. Aren't we generous?' My new step-dad smiled at me.
'How can you make generosity sound condescending?' I asked him, before pushing past him with the bags.
My little brother, Andrew, followed me into the house. I dumped mine and my mums bags in the hallway before returning to the front door.
'Sorry about that. I'm just a little grouchy at the fact I've been stripped from all my family and friends to move to a completely knew country. Where am I supposed to put our bags?'
'Well, because we're in the middle of renovating the entire house, and only the living room, kitchen, dining room, and 3 of the bedroom are anywhere near complete, your mum's bags will be going into the master bedroom, up the stairs, end of the hall, Andrew will be in the room next door, and you'll have to share with my son, Connor.'
'And where is his room?'
'Follow me and I'll show you.' Came a voice from just behind me. I leaped out of my skin and turned to face him.
'Fair enough. I'll just have to take Andrew's and my mum's bags up first.'
'Okay. I'll wait for you at the bottom of the stairs.'
I walked back into the hallway, with him following right behind me. Why? Why did I have to share a room with that guy? Why couldn't I just avoid him?
I grabbed my mum's cases first and went up the stairs to dump them in her and her lover's room before heading back down to grab Andrew's bags. I took them up the stairs to his room and once I was safely inside and empty room I rested against the door.
Blondish brown hair, green eyes and a kack for creeping up on me? I was screwed to the high heavens if my room wasn't ready soon.
I reluctantly went back down the stairs and picked up my bags. 'Okay, let's go.' I braced myself for the bomb site that was a teenagers room when I entered the spacious room that was more the size of a small apartment than a room. But it was clean. Really clean. Almost spotless. I breathed a sigh of relief and put my bags down in a corner out of the way.
