Candice's P.O.V

The next morning consisted of unpacking and organizing. I was in the middle of putting away the last of my toiletries when I heard footsteps on the tiles of my bathroom floor.

"Looks like you got the best room in the house, aside from Seraphine's anyway."

I looked up to see Racquel standing in the doorway of the bathroom with her nose scrunched up as she looked at me. I let out a light chuckle at her expression.

"Whatever Rocky," I said as I shook my head and turned to finish putting away my toiletries. "I'm serious, your closet is huge. I think Seraphine's trying to kiss up to you." I scoffed at that. "I highly doubt that and are you done unpacking yet? I wanna go do some exploring around three," I replied dismissing her theory.

"I'm almost finished." I raised an eyebrow with a knowing look. "How close to finished is almost." She looked at me and tugged on her fingers. "Racquel?" She stamped her foot and sighed. "Okay, I still have to unpack my clothes but that's all," she squeaked and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Rocky what have you been doing all this time, it's past twelve already? All you had to do was unpack your clothes and shoes."

" I know. I know, but I unpacked all my shoes and put all of my stuff in my bathroom." She gave me a goofy smile and I fought a grin. "Alright, but hurry and finish and get ready when you're done. If you aren't ready by the time I walk out of the door, I'm leaving you." She smiled knowing that it was an empty threat and left to go finish unpacking. I smiled and put the last of my things into a cabinet.

I flopped down onto my bed exhausted. I had been up since six unpacking. It was times like this that I hated the amount of clothes that I owned. I was tired, hungry, and far beyond stressed. I reached over to grab my phone off of my nightstand to check the time. It was one forty-two. I pushed myself off of my bed taking my phone with me. I hooked it up to my sound bar with bluetooth and turned on Pandora.

I went back into my bathroom and undressed myself putting my clothes in my hamper. I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. My head was spinning. I was overwhelmed with emotion. I had been keeping myself busy to avoid this all morning. I had done everything possible to keep my mind off of the anxiety. I made sure everything was organized perfectly. My clothes were pressed and hung up in my closet. My tops, bottoms, and dresses all had their own spaces and they were color coded. I cleaned my room although it wasn't close to being dirty. I had become the epitome of OCD. The hot water ran through my hair and down my body releasing the tension from my muscles but not quite from my mind. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to go to a new school. I didn't want to have to start all over again. I didn't want any of this. We didn't get an explanation or a warning. Seraphine had come into the house two weeks ago and told us we were moving here.

I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel from a shelf and dried myself off. Then I grabbed my white robe from the hook on the bathroom door and wrapped it around my body. I reached over to grab my blow dryer out of the cabinet and dried my hair out.

"Rocky are you ready yet," I yelled as I made my way down the stairs. "Yeah, just give me a second and I'll be down." I walked into the living room with my keys in my hand and my purse on my forearm. Trent and Kathryn sat on the couch watching something on the tv. "Where are you two going," I asked looking at their clothes. They turned their eyes away from the tv to look up at me. "With you," Trent answered holding his hand out. I walked over to him and put the keys in his hand. "When are we leaving?" I heard quick footsteps on the stairs. "Right now," I said looking back at Racquel as she rushed down the stairs.

"Alright let's go," Trent said and we all made our way out of the door.

We had gone to see what our new school looked like. It was really large and had big white pillars in front with a red banner that read "Wuncler High School, Home of the Wolves" in large white letters. The building was mainly brick, but the front was all white giving a grand appearance. Seraphine had called Friday to register us all. All we had to do was go to the front office and get our schedule. After we left the school we looked for a place to eat because we were practically starving. We found a nice Mexican restaurant that had real Mexican food. We then went to the mall which was called, unsurprisingly, Wuncler Mall. I was starting to gather that Ed Wuncler was pretty full of himself.

"How does this look," Kathryn asked holding up a black leather vest and a black long-sleeved dress with white hieroglyphics all over it. "That's really cute," I said while looking through a rack of dresses. "I know," she replied with a smile. "Then why'd you ask?" I said smirking. "Oh whatever." Kathryn was quite the fashionista. She had dreamed of being a designer since she first developed a fashion sense. She was really good at putting outfits together and her sketches were absolutely amazing. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that she could do it. We had been here for about two hours and we had a whole plethora of bags. "Hey where's Trent?" Racquel asked. "He went to go buy some shoes or something," Kathryn answered her. "Can we go get him? I saw a frozen yogurt shop and I want some." "Yeah" I said. Kathryn sucked her teeth and stomped her foot. "Oh my god why? I wanted to get some shoes to go with this," she said holding up the outfit. "Okay, stop being such a drama queen. We'll come back after." She sucked her teeth again. "Fine."

We walked to the Foot Locker. "Trent." I called walking toward him. He turned to look at me. "Wha's up?" "We're gonna get some frozen yogurt. Come on." He walked over to the check-out counter and placed two shoe boxes on top of it. "Alright but I gotta pay for these first." He turned back towards the cashier. I came to stand beside him while Kathryn and Racquel stood outside the store arguing about shoes and yogurt. "Will this be all?" The cashier asked Trent, looking at him. "Yeah that's it." Then the cashier looked back at the register and began to ring up the shoes. He constantly glanced up at me as he tapped the screen on the register.

The cashier bagged the shoes and Trent handed him his credit card. He slid the card and continued to stare at me while I pretended not to see. "Your boyfriend's a lucky guy," he told me referring to Trent. I scoffed. "He's not my boyfriend. He's my brother." His lips curled into a small smirk. "Oh, well wha's up ma?" I scoffed with disgust etched into my features. "The sky." I spat back, turning to a glaring Trent. "Can we go now?" He nodded his head still glaring at the clerk and we turned to leave. We walked back out of the store and met our two bickering younger siblings. This just keeps getting better. "You already have like a million pairs of shoes!" "Oh whatever, you're so fat, you're always eating!" People were staring, so I decided to step in. "Hey you two, that's enough. You're causing a scene." We started to walk toward the food court where the frozen yogurt shop was.

The shop was called Fro-Zone. We chose our yogurt, paid for it, and left to sit down in the food court. " Mmm, this is so good." "Oh my god Racquel, could you not talk with food in your mouth. Please. It's disgusting." Kathryn hissed at her, obviously still mad about not getting her shoes when she wanted. I rolled my eyes and put a scoop of the yogurt in my mouth. "You alw."- "Don't. Start." Trent cut her off. Kathryn folded her her arms and turned away, while Racquel lowered her head in shame.

We went home after about another hour of shopping we decided to go home. We all went out to dinner that night. Seraphine said that Wuncler was throwing us a welcoming party Friday. I don't really want to go to a party full of snobby rich people, but Seraphine said it would help us make new friends or whatever. I could care less how many friends I make, we'll just leave again anyway.