✨Poor to rich✨

Chapter 2

New house
We were here. I didn't know anything about the new house, but when i saw it, my mouth was wide open and my jaw dropped down. I wasn't amazed or excited, I was disgusted, disappointed, is this where we're moving? We were just outside the garden, the windows looked shattered and the door handle looked really dirty, the paint on the door was flaky and had spikes coming out every where u see, it wasn't how I imagined, I expected a flat, but that wouldn't fit the two of us.

The garden was filled with tissues and old cans and rotten food, I swear I saw maggots next to the filthy, old bin. I was priceless, why did DAD pick something so disgusting to live in? I know we were poor, but doesn't dad have at least a penny on him?! Even the street looked scary and it was morning, there was graffiti all over the wall and words were written with chalk, BAD words.

"Dad, is this where we're moving?" I asked him with a shiver through my body.
He sighed looked at me like I was dirt on the ground.
"Yes izzie, WHERE DO YOU EXPECT US TO LIVE? IN A BIG MANSION WITH MAIDES FEEDING US WHILE WATCHING TV!! No because we can't afford that, now SHUT UP and be grateful!"
Yes, that's how he talked to me everyday of my life, if I asked for food he would say,' Go get some yourself, I'm not a maid!' So I starved myself but I kept strong, I ate out of people trash cans, we didn't even have a fridge,our family  was fading away slowly when mum died. He hated me because he thinks I caused mum's death.

I was scared to go inside but when I did IT WAS EVEN WORSE THAN WHAT I SAW  OUTSIDE!! Holes everywhere, paint was flaking off and sofa was dusty, dirty and looked like it had been there for 100 years. The kitchen wasn't even a kitchen, the sink was dripping water, but it didn't look like water, it was yellow... there was a fridge but it was SO disgusting that when I opened it, I saw an old, moldy egg sitting there it smelled so sickening and revolting, my nose was going to fall of. I saw a rat run around inside which leaped Off  and ran into a hole in the corner of the kitchen. There was no oven, just a table with a, crusty, musty carpet over it. My body itched and cockroaches were everywhere all over the floor. Dad looked around, he wasn't sad or happy, he was normal, he had an expression on his face like he didn't care. I did though.

My room was the worst, it was so small you could only fit a bed and a side table in. I could hear the rats squeaking in the floor boards. My bed was dusty and I could feel it breaking it apart. I lied on it and I felt myself itching and wiping all the bed bugs from my body. It wasn't the best, but as my dad said, I should be grateful.

I went to the bathroom after and checked it out, it was so gross, the toilet lid was moldy and inside was even worse. The water was dark and smelly and poo stains were all over it. It stank so revolting that when I turned to look at the sink, I was horrified, what were the red stains on it? Why were there brown stains on it? The water wasn't coming out, just tiny water drops. The bath was so dirty and scruffy, I hated walking around, I trembled a lot and my eyes were turning to every spot I looked at. I hated it. Dad  had a room to sleep in, which looked like mine, the only thing different that it was a tiny bit bigger. Why do we have to move...?