"Remind me why we're moving to the middle of nowhere?" I grumbled from the front seat of our family car. My younger 6-year-old sister, Becka, was in the back seat, playing with her Barbies.
"Autumn! We have been over this millions of times! We need a change in scenery! Our house has so many memories," my mother whispered the ending, clenching the steering wheel and glaring at the road ahead.
"It was our home though. Our new house won't be home. It will be a house...of torture!" I yelled the end, and turned towards the passing scenery. I heard my mother curse under her breath and huffing. I rolled my amber eyes and put my black earphones into each ear, the sweet tune of 'Snuff' came into my ear. It's not my fault she just decides to ruins our lives! Becka will probably have social problems being in a new school this year! All my friends will find better things to do than talk to me over the phone! They'll replace me! GRR! I hate my mother! Just because dad left her! No wonder he left!
I breathed deeply and tried to think of something to get my mind off of this, which is hard since were in a car and there's nothing to take my mind off of. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the sun's rays. I decided to try and sleep. Maybe I'll wake up and be home. And see this is a dream. Well…more like a nightmare not a dream. Definitely not a dream.
Suddenly I was awoken by something hitting my face. I growled and grabbed the oddly shaped object, with my eyes still closed. I groggily opened them to see a Barbie doll. I looked behind me to see Becka laughing. I rolled my eyes but smiled. She's only 6! I can't be mad!
"Here you go Becka. Have your dolly back." I said, half smiling and handing her back the doll. She just smiles at me and takes the doll….Then throws it at me yet again! I force a smile, after it had hit my chin and gave it back….Just to have it thrown yet again at my face!
"That's it!" I said, before turning it around and opening my window and…realize we had parked. "Why didn't anyone tell me?" I asked myself, while unbuckling my seat belt and looking at the house. It was made from glass! My mouth gaped open, my bottom lip quivering.
"GET ME OUT NOW!" I rolled my eyes and shut my door. I went to the back seat door and opened it, taking my sister out of her seat. I let her go on the ground and she runs to our mother's side, wobbling slightly. I followed her, making sure she didn't fall.
"Here's the key to the new house. Have fun," the lawyer said, then got into his expensive car and drove off.
"My brother Drake must have had a lot of hidden accounts." My mother said, looking at the huge glass house in front of us.
"I want to go in!" My little sister commanded.
"Calm it down, sis!" I said, messing with her straight, past her waist, blonde hair.
"I want to go in now! And don't mess with my hair!" She yelled, trying to smooth out her long hair. Mom rolled her blue eyes and inserted the keys. The key was sucked into the key hole and turned.
"Mommy! What is going on?" My little sister whined, tears beginning to form in her blue eyes, which reflected my mothers. Mine reflected my fathers, but hair was another story. My hair was dark brown like my mothers, and her blonde was the same shade as my father.
I picked up my sister and held her on my thin hip, and rubbed her back, humming. Suddenly the lights inside the house turned on, revealing Latin writing on the glass and the door opened. "PRETTY!" My sister yelled, causing pain from my ear drum. I quickly put her back on the ground and watched as she ran forward and entered the house.
Me and my mother looked at each other then followed after her. We followed her into a room with a bed big enough to fit 3 people and have extra space. The décor of the room was princessy. There was a vanity with a pink furry seat. On the table were stuff animals and princess dolls, that Becka would love. The drawers were either white or pink. A bathroom was attached to it. "My room!" Becka cried.
"Yes, Becka. This princess room goes to the princess of the glass house!" I said, smiling to her. She squealed and went to jump on the pink bed.
"Becka? Do you want to go explore with me?" My mom asked. She jumped off the bed and grabbed my mom's hand, pulling her down the hall. "Autumn! You can go explore for your room! Then we're unpacking the car!"
"Great…I get to be alone. In this weird house. Brilliant. Let's go get lost." I told to myself, leaving Becka's room and walking down the hall. I walked absentmindly through the halls till I keep to a stairwell, leading to a lower level. Basement bed room? Sweet! I quickly went down the flight of stairs, and got a huge headache randomly. I clutched my head. Why is this happening again? I thought my medicine stopped this… I tried to ignore the huge pain and focused on my surroundings.
Empty closed cases? Weird house! I kept looking and noticed the Latin writing that was on the upstairs walls were also on these. Only now there was one symbol on each cage's sliding door. As I got closer to the cases, my headaches get worse. "My room will definitely not be down here. Not if I get these damn head aches down here again!" I said to myself, and quickly exited the basement. Well tried. I ended up in this room with a weird machine. "What a fucking strange house! Uncle Drake was a weird little man." I said to myself then exited, starting to walk towards the stairs…hopefully.
Finally after a good 20 minutes, a killing headache the whole time, I found the stairs. I quickly ran up them and went down a random hallway. I looked in every direction, my headache gone and looking for my soon to be room. Finally, I came across one that seemed a little bit like me. It had a huge bed, dark oak furniture, with a nice black vanity. On the table was perfume, sticks of dark lipsticks, and silver combs and brushes. That's when I noticed what was next to the vanity….A huge book shelf with a ton of mystery, and horror with a little mix of romance books! "I found my room!" I called out, hoping my mother would hear me.
"Good. Now let's unpack everything!" She said, from right behind me. I screamed in surprise and spun around. She and Becka laughed at me, as I covered my mouth. I glared as they recovered from their laughter at my scream. "Lighten up Autumn! Don't match your dark apparel." My mother said, rolling her eyes.
I suppressed the urge to scream at her. "Do you remember the way out of here?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.
"Yes! Just follow us," Becka said, grabbing both of our hands and dragging us to the car.