When I got inside the house, I called out for my aunt. She waddled out of a bathroom on her heels while wringing her hands around. I'm assuming that she just got through painting them.
"You needed me?" She asked, putting her hands, well, wrists, on her hips.
"Uh, I was just wondering which room would I be staying in," I asked, gesturing towards my suitcases and bags. My aunt paused for a moment and thought about it as if she didn't have it planned out. It looked like she was thinking about it in her head.
"Follow me," She shuffled up the stairs slowly and lightly gripped the stair railing as she led me upstair with me behind her. When we finally reached the top, she turned a corner and we walked down a hall before stopping in front of a room. When she opened the door, an average room that was furnished and had a walk in closet was revealed.
"This is one of those rooms that I no idea what to do with, so I just turned it into a guest room. I hope it's comfortable enough for ya." She said, her southern accent peaking out a bit. I had took a seat on the comfty bed and my aunt did the same by sitting down next to me.
"No, it's fine. I actually kinda like it, but it'd be twice as better once I add all of my pictures and stuff." I said, visualizing how I wanted it to be. I felt my aunt Char's eyes in my direction, so I turned my head to look at her.
"What?"
"Nothing, it's just that... You've grown so much since the last time I saw you." She said, staring at me deeply through narrowed eyes in concentration. It was like she was trying to see what had changed about me, and what hadn't. I started to get uncomfortable as she continued because I've always hated when people stared at me. It made me feel like they were silently pointing out each and every one of my flaws.
"Well, I was 11 the last time you saw me, aunt Char." I pointed out. She nodded her head understandingly.
"Yeah, but I've missed you so much. How's my niece been doing?" She asked me, crushing me in a tight hug and rocking me side to side. I breathed in her sweet honey suckle scent before she let go, and it almost instantly made me feel like I was at home.
"Not good. I got kicked outta school, my friends back home turned on me, and my mom officially hates me." I said, sighing. It was true. A lot of stuff had happened throughout the summer and previous school year, and I honestly just wanted it all to be over with.
"What?! Don't say that! Even though you may give Sheryl a hard time, that doesn't mean she doesn't love or care about you." My aunt said, propping herself up by using her elbows. "And as for the whole friends thing, don't worry about that. You have Jack now. I'm pretty sure he'll rub off on you soon." Aunt Charlotte said, poking me in my shoulder while smirking. I knew exactly what she was thinking.
"No, no, no. Before you even go there, I do not like him that. I don't even know the boy's last name!" I exclaim, waving my hands around.
"You see, while you're over here jumping to conclusions, I was just gonna say that he's a good person." Aunt Charlotte replied with a surprised expression on her face.
Oh.
"Oh." I replied out loud.
"Well, I'll just leave you to finish unpacking. We'll be going over the rules and regulations tomorrow morning with Jack, so be prepared!" She explain, pointing a stern finger at me. "Anyways, goodnight darlin'!" Aunt Charlotte said, waving goodbye and closing the door before her. I managed to get out a small 'Goodnight' before she closed my door and duck-walked down the hall.
When she was gone, I sat up and let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding. I started to slowly unpack, taking out clothes and walking across the hall to the bathroom to set out all of my projects. When I was in the bathroom, I paused and looked into the mirror. I looked... stressed and full of anxiety. I had paleish bags underneath my eyes, my nails were practically gone since I chewed most of them down (it's a weird habit I've always done), the skin on my lips was peeling because I bit them whenever I got nervous (again, another habit of mine), and I also noticed that I looked abit skinnier. It was actually quite terrifying. But despite that, tomorrow's a new day. That could possibly be the day where I fix myself up by doing a little check up on my scars and whatnot. Another day where I can start over before it's too late.
And scene. xD Tbh, I kinda got lazy towards the end, so I just randomly chose a way to end it by thinking "Hmm... Would they want to read about every single clothing item that Kim put away, or would they wanna hear more about Kim's change?" I decided the second one, therefore the end was born. Lol anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!