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Mystery girl POV
I ran home almost getting hit by a car twice! But when I reached the front door all I needed to know was that my parents were furious. I could hear them screaming at one another through the front door, my name being thrown in occasionally but other than hearing the screaming couple all was what I needed to decide to climb up the side of the garage and crawl along the top of it until I hit the bathroom window.
My house was like the rest in Mystic Falls, it was paneled in light green wood which was peeling paint often enough for dad to sweep the pathways every other week or so. It had three bedrooms, mine my sisters and my parents. Climbing over to the next window swiftly I leapt lightly and pushed my bedroom window open silently as I climbed through and sat breathing quickly a few moments listening in case they heard me fortunately though, I don't think they did as they were still screaming at one another. Closing my window gently I locked it as I crept from my window seat and dodging the creaking floorboard under my pale blue rug as I locked my bedroom door quickly and then the bathroom door which I shared with my sisters room.
My sister was seven but she was a tattle tale and always did what mum and dad told her even when mum told her to pick up a lipstick at boots and hide it in her little toy purse because mum didn't want to wait in the queue to pay for it. Not to mention she was the most spoiled and selfish rugrat I ever met!
Sighing I sat on my double bed in the corner of the room opposite the bathroom door, it was lengthways making it so the end of the bed reached a few inches low of touching the window seats frame. I had a bedside table in a black cheap wood that had two small drawers next to one another and a large cupboard gap beneath covered by a little door which I painted with odd swirls that I painted on the inside as well so when opened it looked as though they exploded out of the hole and crept over the door.
I had a single lamp which was touch sensitive and had a glass cube with crackled glass covering the bulb, my mobile phone charger and iPod docking station that was also my alarm clock on my bedside table.
On the other side of my room I had two black wooden floor length bookcases; one that was filled with DVD's to watch on the small plasma TV on my chest of drawers on the same wall as my bathroom door. And on the other were books I had drawn in and on the odd shelf at the top was my art supplies like pencils, charcoal and paints and brushes. Other than that my room was pretty bare apart from the light blue rug, shelf filled with childhood cuddly toys and about 15+ art canvases leaning on one another against the bookcases, and a floor length mirror which hung on the wall next to my bedroom door.
My walls were simple, cream and I had painted odd things on the walls, such as flames going up around the bathroom door and creeping along the ceiling, which had glow in the dark stars forming my logo I sign all my drawings with and books, some I have sold and with the money I bought my DVD's, TV and other technology along with art supplies my parents were too cheap to buy for me, so I wouldn't have to spend time with my family I made sure to have many things to keep my occupied like my laptop in my bedside table hidden from my sister along with a few computer games, its charger and other odd things like headphones and my backup mobile and charger in case mine breaks.
In my bedside table drawers were a few books (which I also had more of under my bed in a few painted storage boxes) in case of power cuts, spare glasses and a torch. On my chest of drawers was my small makeup bag I hadn't touched in so long it actually had dust forming on it! And a small desk mirror, along with a few candles and odd pens and pencils I had forgotten to put away.
Sighing I grabbed my latest art book and started sketching in it, I draw a human heart which was bleeding the shape of a tree and the roots of the said tree flew from that page to the one opposite, and then there were the leaves that were drawn to appear like little veins coming from the top of the heart set like a huge branch which then formed into a large distorted brain. After sketching an hour or so the screams finally died down and then I heard the front door slam which meant dad had stormed out and wanted to rent his anger out on something. Mum stormed up and I heard her bedroom door slam shut.
Sighing in relief I headed to bed and pulled my jacket of leaving it on the black frame of my bed and tossed my shoes into the corner knowing I would where them tomorrow and threw my clothes at the foot of my bed and crawled under the sheets in just my underwear and turned my bedroom light off before drifting of gently and all I could think about was Kol earlier and how eager he was to get my name.
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