Victoria King
When I look at my family I look at a group of people I couldn't be anymore different from. Unfortunately it's not the good kind of different where the differences makes us stronger and interesting. No, it's the bad kind where I can't wait until I turn 18 and graduate so I can move far away from them and never see them again except on certain occasions, and even then, I still wouldn't be thrilled to see them after so long.
I sucked my teeth after my character in subway surfer died, and exited out of the app. Looking up I checked to see where we was in the car. Nothing but scenery and other cars passing us by. Was we still on the highway, because it felt like we've been on the highway for days and weeks. I looked over at my sister and seen her lips moving, indicating she was talking to my father, and the women sat in the passenger seat.
My father was caught up in a private investigation that lasted a whole year. That whole ordeal was annoying and my father lost a lot of clients and his reputation diminished because of it. Because of that my father moved me and my younger sister all the way across the country to California to restart. The woman in the front seat was just a pregnant casualty my father was too scared to leave because of child support. God I hate her.
Looking down at my iPhone I changed the song, and leaned back in my seat. Sometime later the car stopped. Without looking up from my phone, I opened the door and stepped out of the car. I don't care about where we live so long as it's not crappy and run down, and I don't have to share a room. I followed my father towards the front of the house, stopping besides him as he rang the doorbell and waited.
While we waited my phone vibrated in my pocket. Taking my phone out of my pocket I read the text from one of my friends from home. Sliding the icon I unlocked my phone, immediately taking me to the message app. As I was typing my reply, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Looking up, I stared at the woman who's name I never cared to learn. Her lips where moving, but I don't know what she was saying, and I frankly couldn't care less. Looking back down at my phone I finished typing my reply and sent the message.
When I put my phone back in my pocket, the door opened. Marcy was the realtor my dad used. She was a short woman that for some reason reminded me of professor U bridge from Harry Potter. She ushered us inside the house. Crossing my arms over my chest I followed inside, my eyes rolled up towards the ceiling as Marcy showed us the kitchen.
I could Honestly not give two shits about this house. My father never cared for me or my sisters I put or opinions so there was no point in U.S. even being here. Walking away I decided to walk around by myself. I looked around the foyer and living room, running my hands over to wood and glass. I had to admit this house is beautiful. It had a Victorian/roaring 20's feel to it, and that was one of my favorite point of time in history.
Running my hands on the walls the first rooms I checked upstairs was the bathroom. It was ugly. After the bathroom I found out that this house had an office. It was cute. Walking around more I checked the bedrooms. The master bed wasn't as big as I expected it to be, but it had its own bathroom. There was 3 more bedrooms after the master bed.
Spinning around I got a feel for the room, feeling how big it actually is and how much space I could feel inside of if. If Dad was to buy this house, atleast I got first pick on the rooms. Walking towards the window I peeked trough the dusted white curtains, getting a good look at the front yard. Taking out my phone I shuffled thought the songs until I landed on one I felt like listening too. As I stood doing that I couldn't help but feel as if something was right behind me. I raised an eyebrow at the weird feeling, and shrugged my shoulders, it's probably nothing.
I felt a hand stroke my hair.
On instinct I ran my hand through my head and spun around, jumping in shock when I found my sister standing behind me.
"Jesus Veronica, what the fuck," I gasped, taking the earphones out of my ears
"What's wrong with you?" She raised an eybrow
"Nothing, what do you want"
"Dad wants you"
"For what"
"Why don't you go find out"
I rolled my eyes. Veronica is my 15 year old younger sister. We look and act nothing alike. While my hair is long and black and curly, her hair is Brunnette and short and frizzy. While I have clear fair skin, Full lips, and Green eyes, she has pale skin with spot of acne, thin lips, and grey eyes. While i'm toned and endowed, she's flat and Slim. While I'm beautiful, she's plain. Where I'm sociable and bright and confident, She's Shy, Reserved, Quiet, and insecure.
Walking out of the room I followed Veronica downstairs. Dad and his pregnant whatever, was talking to Marcy in the foyer.
"What"
"Victoria," The pregnant woman bit, "Don't use that tone with your father"
"Bitch, I can talk to him anyway I want." I rolled my eyes, "Now what is it you want dad"
"I'm buying the house"
"Even though Marcy just revealed that two people died here," Veronica said
"Who cares, it's not like this house is haunted, who cares if people died in here," Dad said
"How did they die," Pregnant woman asked
"Murder Suicide"
"Oh my god," she gasped
"Great, we're living in Amityville horror"
"We'll be in by tomorrow," Dad declared
We are officially moved to California now.
