I'm going back through and changing little things.. spelling, grammar, etc. Trying to make it better...
She looked at the mansion on the hill as she got out of the passenger side of a dark purple mini van. "What's that?" She asked the Real Estate agent before blowing a bubble with her blue gum. "Looks like a haunted house."
"Don't you worry about that dear." The elderly woman said, brushing off the seventeen year old.
The girl turned to her little sister and handed her a piece of gum, "She doesn't like me, does she Mary?"
"It might be the red hair." The fifteen year old said, popping the piece of gum in her mouth.
She shrugged, shoving her hands in the pockets of her large black pants, concealing the black polish that covered her nails. She looked back over her shoulder at the hilltop as she walked into the small pink house.
"Oh, isn't it lovely?" The girls' mother cooed once they stepped inside. "Sally? What do you think?"
She shrugged, "It's very… pink." Sally walked around the living room, running her fingers over the walls as she made her way down the hall to the back rooms. After a few minutes of inspecting, she returned to the living room, folding her arms over her chest, covering the red iron cross on her black shirt. "It's nice. Comforting."
Her mother smiled at the Agent. "We'll take it."
"You haven't even looked at the rest of the house." The woman protested.
She put her hand up. "I trust my daughter's judgement."
"Alright." She sighed, giving in. "I'll draw up the paperwork this afternoon."
Mary smiled up at her mother, then to her sister. "So when do we move in Mum?"
The lady smiled down at the younger of the girls, "You can move in as soon as your Mom signs the paperwork at my office."
"So tomorrow then, Pickle."
Mary grimaced. "Mum, don't call me Pickle…"
Sally laughed at the face her sister made, giving her a half hug. "Better you than me."
Day Two
Sally put the last box in Mary's room. "There you go short one."
Mary sighed a little as she looked at the box her sister had set on the floor as she tried to move her bed into the corner under the window. Finally succeeding, she collapsed on the mattress, throwing her hands over her head.
Sally laughed, leaving the room. She passed her mother on the way back to the moving truck.
"Sally." She stopped her daughter.
"Yes, Mum?" She turned and looked at her mother, smiling slightly.
"Before you put anything in your room, I got you some dark purple paint. Like your last room." Her eyes were bright and cheerful. "Is that alright?"
"Thanks, Mum." She grinned, hugging her mother.
Before long, the house was full of boxes and furniture wrapped in plastic. Sally looked at her room. Empty. The only window faced the dark hilltop, but soon it would have a curtain to block out any light.
Picking up a roller, wet with paint, Sally began to 'colour her world' as she liked to call it. Making her new room appear to be just like the one she had left in London. She hated being in America. In a town of pastel houses and no one she knew. No one who would understand the reasons she left her home over seas. She stopped her work and looked out the window again, to the large house. There was something tragic about it.
She shrugged off the thought and continued. Mary came in behind her. "Mum got you some decorative paint and new art brushes so you can paint your characters again." She smiled as she set down a black messenger bag and left the room.
A small tear came to Sally's eye as she looked in the bag. New paint and brushes. She got off the floor, headed to the kitchen, and hugged her mother. "Thanks you." She whispered before letting go and returning to her room.
She sat on the hard wood floor in her room and looked over her new 'toys'. "I think it's time for a whole new character…" She smirked, looking up at the hilltop once more.
