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~serpent


Chapter one: Moving

This wasn't happening, I wasn't in the car on the way to my new house. I covered my dark purple eye shadowed eyes and closed them, hoping when they opened that I would be back home in my room. I took my hands away only to see my pale fingers and black fingerless gloves outlined against the leather of the car seats. This only made me want to scream or cry, which one did not matter to me.

My older brother Tristan noticed this and put his hand on my shoulder, his eyes seemed to say that it would be alright. I tried to give him a look that said 'No it won't you moon struck fool' when we turned into the town hitting a speed bump and making me smack the back of my head against the window. Tristan thinking this was funny started to snigger, just as I was about to punch him hard in the arm my mother turned around in the drivers seat and glared at us. I lowered my fist and gazed out the window seeing many preppy clothing stores and preppy teenagers alike. I put up the hood of my black jacket to keep the sun from hurting my skin and continued to gaze out of the window until we reached our new house.

I got out of the stark white Grand Caravan and the wind immediately blew my hood off and messed up my long pearl white and raven black hair. "Come get your things out of the trunk, Vesper!" my mother called in a sing song voice as if she was happy we only had to bring a few things with us. Grumbling I lifted two black bags out of the trunk one of them had a silver skull and cross bones on it the other a white wolf with dark red blood around its mouth. " Hide the pictures on those bags!" my mom said shocked I had picked these to pack my possessions in. "What's wrong with the skull and cross bones?" my mother rolled her eyes at me as if she were the teenager and I were the overly ridiculous parent "Fine," she said "But hide that savage wolf!" I turned the wolf bag over to face my black denim clad leg and walked inside my combat boots thumping on the hardwood floors.

I looked at the brand new furniture my Mother had purchased. It all looked modern and uncomfortable, that made me shiver as to what my room looked like. I climbed the stairs and walked to the end of the hall pausing before I opened the dark wooden door. Inside the room was a canopy bed with white flowing curtains when I pulled them back to reveal a black silk bed spread all I did was shake my head and close them again. On the floor was a black and white rug with the design of a snake on it, Tristan must have picked that and in the corner a black desk with a matching desk chair.

Throwing my bags at the foot of my bed I saw a black window seat with stark white curtains over the window and finally noticed that the walls were paneled in dark wood. I sat on the floor and began to take things out of my bags. First came my laptop and then my clothes until everything was out of its respective then it was late and I decided to go to bed without a word to my Mom or To Tristan


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