After a long ride we finally stopped.
We parked in front of a big mansion. It looked new but old at the same time, it had a long driveway with beautiful shaped trees on the sides. It looked like it belonged to a cute rich couple."Welcome to my home" Miss Wellings said looking at me. "Wow, it's beautiful, you and your husband must be pretty rich" I said looking out the window.
"Ohh no, it's just me.." She said then got out of the car. I got out too and took out my backpack. "That's all your stuff?" She asked raising a brow. "Yeah, I dont have a lot of belongings" I said walking towards the house.
Her house was as magnificent inside as it was outside. "Whoa! You own this place...it's, Beautiful. " I said, hearing my voice echo through the house. It was gothic themed with spooky paintings on the wall.
"Yeah, I succeeded so much in my life that I forgot to socialize. It got a bit lonely in here and i didn't want a todler to chase around so I thought I could get myself some mature company. " she said walking behind me.
"Okay...your room is upstairs, second door on the left, the bathroom is in front of your room and there's another one on this floor. The kitchen's that way and the living room is over there." She said pointing from here to there. Honestly i couldn't understand her because she had a bit of a british accent but I nodded in agreement, not wanting her to show me the place all over again.
I went upstairs and opened door by door,looking for my room. When i found it I could not belive my eyes. It was everythng I liked. It was dark, but had that one window for light. It was Monster High themed, which was my favourite cartoonand doll franchise . I droped my bag on the floor and threw myself on the comfortable bed.
"Judging rom your actions i can see that you like your room" Miss Wellings said leaning against the door frame. "Yes , I love it Miss Wllings. How'd you know that Monster High was my favourite?"
I said "Just a hunch and please call me Shary or mom, the whole formality isnt giving of a good atmosphere" she said laying down next to me.Mom? Ohh no way am I calling her mom, shes not my mother, she's just my gaurdian.
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