Welcome to my story. I have so many crazy ideas running through my head for this story so if things come out jumbled, sentences abruptly end, things don't make sense..just let me know. Also I'm up for suggestions of ways you would like to see this story go!! Anywho, enjoy!
This officially sucks. I am a damsel in distress. A princess in need of a knight in shining armor who rides a gallant steed. But, like all other normal human 17 year-olds, my life is not, let me repeat not as remotely interesting as a fairytale. Our new house however, or should I say mansion, looks straight out of Beauty and the Beast. I wish it had stayed there. That way, we wouldn't have had to move to this small town in the middle of nowhere that had one oversized manor house…aka home.
As if I wasn't going to have enough trouble fitting in at a new school my senior year- the year that everyone has already made their lifelong friends and are getting ready to leave for colleges. At least I have enough books to keep me occupied when I'm not invited to hangout ever. Welcome to the boring life of Kayla Mitchell, social outcast extraordinaire.
Grandma is in the hospital. Nothing serious, she's in the psych ward. Mom doesn't tell me much about the situation. All I know is that she was forced to go there, and now I have been forced to move into her old home. My parents are thrilled. "It'll be like living a new and exciting life," they always say. Even my older brother Jeremy is looking forward to it, even though he'll hardly be home being that he is going to college.
"We're here!" says Dad, excitement filling his eyes like a kid in a candy store. The mansion actually is pretty awesome. Wait, no, no awesome, I'm not supposed to like this new place. A wore three story colonial complete with ivy filled walls and dead landscaping. At least we won't have to decorate for Halloween.
"Dad, it's a mess. A gentle breeze could blow that thing over."
"Kayla, this was your grandmother's home, it's part of the family. All it needs is some fresh paint and a little weeding and it'll look like brand new."
The car pulls up the long and uneven dirt driveway (I'll be icing my butt for days) and stops a few feet from the front porch. I'm the last one left in the car. Everyone seemed to fly out the moment the car ceased moving. Me? I can wait to meet this new home, this new life. I don't think I'm ready to believe this is happening.
"Kayla get out of the car already and help with the boxes," says my brother through the window.
"No," I mouth back and stick my tongue out at him. What am I five?
"Fine, I guess I'm picking my room first!" he teases and sticks his tongue too. At least I'm not the only five year old in this family.
There was a brief meeting of the eyes and then I was out of the car and into the mansion even before my parents. I've always been a fast runner, fastest in my old high school, captain of the track team. Jeremy didn't stand a chance, that boy ate my dust!
Inside, cobwebs and dust dominated the furniture, the air…everything. I had to cover my mouth in order to keep from coughing up a storm.
This house was seriously something. The furniture was out of medieval times complete with grandiose fireplaces and high ceiling rooms with those elegant crown moldings.
The staircase was right in front of the door so I just ran upstairs, hopefully the air will be clearer up there. A hallway of closed doors stood in front of me so I decided to just start with the first one and work my way down. Closet, office, closet, bathroom, closet, small room, small room, room with a connecting bathroom, master bedroom. Well, I had to leave the master for my parents so I took the obvious next best choice. Now that we lived in this crazy big house I'm not about to share a bathroom with Jeremy ever again.
After marking my territory (writing 'Kayla's room' in the dust on a desk) I left to go help out downstairs. However, something caught my eye. One of the tapestries that covered the walls of my room was pushed to the side, revealing a small handle. I went over and pulled back tapestry to find a small door. Quickly I checked to see if everyone was still piling in boxes from outside. Mom and Dad were talking to the movers and Jeremy was laying down on the front lawn. Good, I'll have some time to explore. With that, I opened the small door and disappeared into the walls.