"I can't fucking believe this." I mutter shallowly and low under my breath as my so called family emerges from the car to our new home. I can't believe my parents actually uprooted my life to better themselves. That's all they ever do, is think of themselves. Whatever.
We already had a home tour last week now we are set to move in today and I could'nt be less thrilled. This is going to be a nightmare. I really don't have the patience for all these rich bitches and jocks. Unfortunately I start school tomorrow because my dad is Westfield High's new psychologist as well as running a private business out of our home. Which I guess is sort of a good thing because I never have to see him besides in the halls at school.
"Vi, honey? Could you take all your boxes up to your sweetheart?" My mom quickly called out to me with a warm and sweet tone as she rubbed her newly forming baby bump. I roll my eyes and quickly grab 3 of my most imporant boxes along with my satchel. I allowed the boxes to fall freely from my hands as entered my new bedroom. It was nice. Dark purple walls with a nicely sized black closet and my own bathroom with a shower. This means I never have to leave my room unless I'm going to hell formerly known as school.
I walked solemnly to my door to shut and lock it. I dont need the rest of my shit right now. All I need is a cigarette. I swfitly pull out my pack of Newports and my matches. As I strike the match against the cardboard that had once contained it I walk over to my window and open it as I light my cigarette. When I look up I see that my room is right across from someone else's room. I sigh heavily, "Great. Now someone can watch me whenever they want. Wow, this new move just keeps getting better and better." I say sarcastically, talking to no one but myself.
I run down the stairs to grab the rest of my boxes, hoping to avoid my parents but to no avail they always seem to disrupt whatever little piece I have. "Violet. Our neighbors our here. Come say hello." My dad shouts from kitchen. I sigh out of frustration. "Dad, I'm exhausted and I am just going to go to bed. I have school tomorrow. I'll say hi another time." I said with an irritated tone hoping he gets the point as I head up the stairs. "Vi, it's only six o'clock and you havent eaten dinner yet." I just ignore him as I continue to head up the stairs. I undress and just throw on some shorts and a tank top. I collapse on my bed and curl into my covers as I let sleep cover me.