Meet the street dancers

Chicago

The next day we arrived in Chicago I must saw it was a beautiful place. Not as nice as New York but it was beautiful. Mum told us that our new house was on the edge of Chicago. While driving threw the main town I saw so many thing. Graffiti on back buildings, little cafes, so many different people. I know it's a miles away from New York but I didn't think it would be this different. It's totally foreign and that gives me so much anxiety. Our new house was about half an hour away from the main part of the city, what is decent I guess I can do a lot of shopping. The first few of the house was big, fancy, black gates. You could tell who ever lived here must be well off (what hopefully means a lot of new clothes)
" I know this is a big changes and you don't like leaving your friends but it's a new start. And he is nice, promise me you'll try and be nice"
Me and James mumbled yeah. Honestly I didn't want to be nice I hated started new, I know no-one and I have to be the 'new girl'.

The electric gates open to show a massive house with a circle drive way, a beautiful detailed fountain in the middle and a black Jaguar out side the house. Me and James thought the same thing. No way this is the house, we must of got the wrong address... Mum stopped the car and ran out to a man in a suit. He picked her up and kissed her. One ew and two we are definitely in the right place. I'm glad to see my mum happy but how did she meet a man like this. My mum is super pretty but she doesn't go anywhere we're she can meet a man like this.
I sat there frozen in the car not knowing what to do and James does the same thing.
"Ok, just be nice" James whispered and looked at me with a slightly scared look. It hit James hard when dad left, he doesn't like it when mum gets a new man and this one he hasn't even met so I couldn't imagine how he's feeling.
We got out and walked over to them. Mom introduced us to the smartly dresses man, -unless he has a business meeting after this he has no need to be this dressed up- called Lee Johnson. He and my brother started talking about his car what you could tell James admires. James wasn't awkward, he always found it easy in social situations,. Me however did not...
Lee showed us too our rooms and got someone to bring our stuff up. My bedroom was a light grey with white furniture, I'm not going to lie it was nice, and a lot bigger than my last room. It had a walk in wardrobe what was amazing. There was a flat screen to on the wall, a king size bed what looked so comfy. I felt as if I was staying in a 5* hotel. I proceeded to put all my stuff away; my clothes in the wardrobe, the pictures on the wall and all the rubbish I refuse to throw away in the draws. I was still uneasy being in a unfamiliar place but seeing familiar things in my room calmed me down. I was just texting everyone that I got her safely when mom called down tea was ready I won't lie I am looking forward to having her a sit down meal even if it was with a stranger I didn't know. We never had them in New York, mom always had to work extra shifts since dad left so it was just me cooking for me and James. It would  be nice to have a full set of 4 people at a table for once

However as soon as I found my way to the dining room there was already four people there... Excuse me! Who are you?!? A boy familiar to my age was sat there confident without a care in the world. Brown hair messy and hazel eyes cold. His face was perfect - I can give him that - and his style screamed wanna be bad boy. I can hear Molly in my head going 'ooo he's cute' however it's clouded by annoyance that there's another stranger.
Me and James sat down cautiously, both with faces of confusion and anger mixed. I waited for my mum to introduce us but she didn't. We just all sat there in silence until James...
"Ok, who are you" I had to laugh because of how bluntly he put it
"James, don't be so rude" mom slitty rose her voice
"It's alright darling, I was waiting for them to ask. James, Tanya this is my son. Brad"
Without looking up he spoke with a harsh voice "don't worry about me I'll stay out of your way. Dad I'm going upstairs"
James face went white with shock then red with anger. It took me a while to process...
SHIT ! Okay first a son I was not told about! I did not sign up for this, it was hard enough putting up with James most of the time and I've know him his whole life. How was I supposed to put up with a new boy in the house. Not only was he unknown until right now. he was rude to f***. I'm not happy about the situation either but i still posses the decency to have eye contact when speaking to someone unlike him. We finished our tea and me and James went upstairs. I was amazed how Lee didn't care about how rude his son was! Or that mum did not offer an apology about missing the tiny detail that Lee had a son.

After tea I couldn't settle, anger was bubbling up inside me at the fact my mum withheld the vital information that Brad even existed.
" I don't like him" I said while walking into James room.
"Who? Lee?"
"No he's ok. That Bred guy"
" you mean Brad, our new brother" does James have to tease me about everything!!
" no he will never be my brother, can't even look me in the eye"
" he might be shy"
" he does not seem like the shy type."
" what did mom tell us, just try and be nice you don't know him"
Well fair point... I still think it's unfair but there's no point ranting to James about this, as long as he has wi-fi he's happy.
"Ugh ok, night James"

It is currently 1am and I can't sleep all I keep doing is tossing and turning. It could be the new bed, thoughts running around my mind or anything. Well if I can't sleep I might as well go get a drink (a sadly not an alcoholic one) I put my dressing gown on and creeped down stairs, lucky they wasn't old so they didn't make a sound. There was someone in the kitchen my first reaction was fear and to grab something for defences. I soon realised it was Bred just sitting there on the counter. Oh sorry Brad. I walked straight passed him and for some water. It may of been rude but I was a tired and didn't want to speak to anyone let alone him.
"What are you doing"
"Getting a drink, what else would I be doing"
" robbing us"
" yeahhh totally. Why you up?"
"None of your business"
"Whatever" I said walking pat him.
"Night babe"
"Excuse me!" I stopped abruptly, nearly spilling my drink
"Night babe" he looked confused, like its normal for him to call random girls 'babe'. Who does he think he is. I didn't even give him the satisfaction of a reply, I just went straight to bed.
James was very wrong he is not shy. The complete opposite