DISCLAIMER: I only own Natalie and her family.

So, a new home. New neighborhood. New friends. New everything. This is our 4th move this year. When will it end? You'd think people who move this much will get tired of all the expenses that come with it! But, not my family. They're sitting on inheritance money. My grandma and grandpa died shortly before our 4th move and we were given $600,000,000. That's a lot, sure. But I don't focus on the money. I focus on how my life is turning every move we make! This time we're in a bigger home. A mansion, per say! The house is elegantly done. 5 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, double staircases leading upstairs. That's the first thing you notice when you walk in through the front door. The double staircases. Like, really? Seems more like a workout scene to me.

"Nate, mom said to come inside and unpack your things." My brother chimed in. He's only 8. He's such a cutie at times. I got up from my spot on the porch and walked in as a few movers walked in behind me carrying in the couch. I walked up the steps to my room and seen my dad had already put together my queen size bed and I smiled. "Thanks, dad." I said to myself as I sat down on the floor at a box, opening it and seeing it was my posters. I got the tape out from the box and took out my posters and begun hanging them all around my room. My posters varied. Good Charlotte, Simple Plan, Mest, Sum 41, The Clash, The Smiths, Ozzy Osbourne, Linkin Park, Cradle of Filth, Slipknot...

You're probably now thinking, "This girl... Not your average girl." Nope. I am not. I'm a rockin punk kinda girl. I get judged rather a lot for my clothing style. I wear nothing but black and anything that has skulls or death involved with it. I have more mini skirts than a playboy bunny. I have tight fit band T-Shirts, spikey bracelets, spikey collars, black combat boots, black tights with a few ripped holes in them here and there. My hair is black with pink streaks in it. I adore make up that is black, also. Eyeliner, eyeshadow, lipstick. I have 9 piercings. 7 tattoos. My piercings are in my lip, eyebrow, nose, tongue, upper ears, and one down below but we won't get into that. That secret has been kept from my parents for quite a long time. You see, me and the piercer made a simple deal. I pay him extra and I got it without parent conscent. That, right there, is an awesome piercer.

I finished with my posters and began putting my make up appliances on my dresser. I stared into the mirror at my reflection after I got done and I smiled. I'm a tiny little thing. Tiny waist, but big boobs. I can't stand that. Got that from my mother. I hate it. I got pulled out of my zone by my dad walking in.

"Seen your closet?" He grinned and I shook my head as he walked over to it. I followed behind in his tracks and he opened the door and I swear it took myself a lot to pick my jaw up off the floor. It was a double walk in closet! I had a place for my shoes, clothes, accessories, sunglasses! Who the hell needs a dresser when you've got this?! I ran to my clothes box and began carrying it into the closet as dad follows to help me hang them up. "This house is full of surprises, isn't it?" I asked him as I hung up a couple shirts and dad placing my skirts on a shelf under my shirts. "Your mom is still trying to get over the bathrooms and the wine cellar downstairs." I laughed and nodded. My mom was all for bathrooms. Like any girl, we all are. It's the most decent place in a house we girls can just decorate and a guy wouldn't complain about it.

Dad and I finished hanging up the clothes and we both walked out of the closet. He leaned in, kissing my forehead and looking at his watch. "It's almost dinner time. But we're not gonna cook tonight. We're ordering out. Chinese sound good?" I nodded and he nodded, turning around and walking out. I plopped on my comfortable bed and looked up at the ceiling. "I think I can definitely get used to this house." I quietly said to myself. I got up and began putting the bed spread on my bed. The sheets were covered in cute skulls with a pink bow on top of the skull, the pillow cases matched. The comforter matched, but underneath the comforter I have my security blanket. Yes, I still have a security blanket. My grandma gave it to me when I was a little girl. She made it, actually. It consisted of cute black teddy bears that had pink bows on their ears. I made the bed and shut off my light, walking downstairs to seeing my dad pay the delivery guy and met up with my mom and brother in the dining room.

"How do you like the house, babe?" Mom asked as she passed out the plates and pouring our glasses with milk. I declined the milk and had water instead. "I love it, mom!" She grinned and asked my brother the same and he threw his hands up in the air, exaggerating his love for the house and we all had a laugh at that. "You turn 17 in a week, Natalie. Got anything planned?" He began making conversation as he took a bite of his food. I shook my head and shrugged. "Not sure! I don't know this town well enough to see if there is anything to do." He nods and wipes his mouth with his napkin. "Well, how about quickly making some friends at your new school and have a sleep over or something?" My dad is so hep it's unreal. I laugh at it every time. I nod and smiled. "Sounds like a plan." He nods and begins a conversation with my mom and I heard a noise upstairs. Sounded like my room. I shushed everyone to stay silent and there it is again. My dad heard it this time and I rushed upstairs with him behind me.

"My room..." I quietly whispered as I opened the door quietly, dad right behind me holding his gun in hand. I swung it open and couldn't believe what I had seen. My room is a mess! We didn't leave the room like this! I didn't leave the room like this! I almost began crying! That's how bad it was! Dad stepped in searching high and low of the room, seeing no sign of an intruder but the evidence is clear to see there was someone in here! "Honey, what is it?!" My mom called up to my dad and he lowered his gun. Thank you, Jesus for my dad being a cop. He looked at me and I had tears forming in my eyes. "Call the cops!" He yelled down to her and moments later, cops had arrived and had taken reports, but had also seen no sign of an intruder or how they could have even entered seeing my room is on the 2nd floor of the house! No ladder outside, no footprints, no trace! My room is a disaster! And this time... I can't blame my brother. Josh had done this to me several times, but he was downstairs sitting across from me at the dining table!

"Call us if you have anymore concerns or trouble, sir." The two men shook hands and the cops walked out the front door. I began cleaning the mess, puttin everything back in it's place. "I'm going to bed." Mom and dad nodded and I shut my door, getting undressed and sleeping in the nude as I always do. I shouldn't, though, in case that intruder comes back. But, I hate wearing clothes at night. It's my only time to have private time, for God's sake! I snuggle under the covers and in no time, the darkness of the room took ahold of me as I drift off to sleep.