A Pretty Little Liar

The attic

The attic isn't the place I'm always at, I would be hanging around my fake friends shopping and spending MY money on THEM but for some reason it feels good to be in the attic alone, no one can bother you or even say some shit behind your back. I did mind the dust but today I'm moving, this house was my house since I was born, now I'm moving to Chicago with some of my cousins because apparently my family found a better work that actually even has air conditioning, and my dad found a woman that is pretty much spoiled and looks like a Barbie doll, this house was almost empty except the screaming and shouting of my two younger cousins, I always think the people in Chicago are crazy by I'll see when I get there, then I heard someone call my name.
" Alice? " then came out my friend my actual friend, his name is Daniel I like to call him Dan he was my first ever friend at school to be honest he is kinda hot, dirty blonde hair and some freckles on his cheeks and I'm telling you can get lost in his blue ocean eyes but he essentially isn't my type, he could make any girl go crazy for him in just a split second.

" Alice " he repeated
"I'm here! " I shouted, he sat down next to me and looked out the tiny window
" I will miss you, I'm being honest here " and he gave me a slight smile,it felt nice that someone cared  about you, I never usually get that feeling, I love my dad but my step mom I'm not sure about, I actually never met my mom she died a month after I was born, that time it was hard for my dad but then he met this really really rich women, like no kidding all she does is wear Channel and Gucci stuff.

" I will to " I mumbled, I wasn't ready to move in the middle of summer, I mean moving into my step moms palace and step into her shadow wasn't the idea I had in mind, I wanted to spend the summer with my only real friend.
As exiting out my house I felt a hot breeze, and I remembered something, I wanted to scream fuck but then my cousins would think it was a normal word and use it all the time, but shit, IM gonna be LIVING with my STEP SISTERS
My step sisters is a little copy of my step mom, curled blonde hair, mascara and foundation on their faces and a pair of boy friends, literally the each have two boyfriends and some red lip stick, And guess what IM gonna be in the same school as THEM this is the greatest disaster in my whole entire life, why my dad?
I mean he's rich, but he dosent show it, he only brings back expensive red wine and shares it with my aunts and uncles, he doesn't spend it on golden dishes as my step mom is she even throws them out after using it, she needs help no kidding, well I better start packing up faster, I got places to go to.