January 2nd, 2011
The car is packed of our boxes and suitcases; I'm stuffed against the window of the car. Tony has been silent the whole way there, just listening to his I-pod and texting probably Michelle or Sid. Anthea is in front of me smoking a cigarette and staring out the window, Jim is driving. Silence surrounds us as if we were hiding from someone within this car.
I already hate it hear and we've only just got on the parkway, these depressing street lights are blinding me, and I'm so tired and sick.
2 hours later,
Well the Stonem family finally arrived to their new house. It looks exactly like "The Addams Family" house. It should be cold and snowing, this is not normal, I already hate California and I hate this house.
When we entered the house Anthea went to her claimed bedroom, and Jim went to the kitchen, Tony and I went up the stairs together. "She didn't even come and say goodbye not even a phone call", Tony said strangely, "why were you expecting one from Grace, she's a fucking bitch, she does not care about us no one does, don't you understand, you have to fend for yourself in this fucking family", "yeah I know, but we were good friends for a while", Tony responded, "Oh shut up, come one lets go to my room. Smoke a spliff".
When we got to my room, I went to my bag and got out the weed as Tony opened the window and sat on the sill. I sat down next to him and lite the paper; I took the first hit then passed it to Tony. After Tony took two hits he said, "This is a shit town", "yeah I know", that is all I could respond with, nothing more.
Tony left and I went to bed with untouched boxes that will wait for me tomorrow.
January 3rd 2011,
I woke up around 8am to start unpacking and setting up my miserable room. Jim went to start his job at a new company and Anthea is probably drugged up someone in this gigantic house. Tony is setting up his room right now as well.
I broke out my white paint that I and started to slide that brush all through my walls and starting to set my bed up with my only decoration that hangs above my bed that says, "Daily Sex", it used to say, "Daily Express", but I figured this sign above my bed fits better well.
While I was setting my room up to my desire I heard the doorbell ring and of course I would be the one to answer since Anthea is lying on her floor next to her unmade bed and Tony is too busy for anything.
When I opened the door there was no one there, probably just fucking assholes. But then when I shut the door there was a knock on the kitchen door in the back.
"Fuck off", I yelled when I slammed the door open to see an old women in a maid dress, she was creepy, she has blind in one eye and she just looked ghostly. But right away I felt like an asshole for saying that for an old lady to hear.
"Ah, sorry I thought you were some kids messing with me", I apologized.
"It's okay my dear one, may I come in", she asked so quietly.
"Um sure, yeah come in", I responded.
As she came in and sat down at the island in the middle of the kitchen, Anthea came down finally in her robe.
"Ugh, um hello", Anthea said while covering herself up with a confused look on her face.
"Hello, my name is Moira, and I am here for my services", she said.
"Effy can you get Moira a cup of coffee", Anthea ordered me, so when I went to get a mug Moira said, "no dear I'm alright thank you anyway". So I just turned around and looked at Anthea and Moira.
"Okay well, what do you mean by services", Anthea asked stupidly considering that she is wearing a maid's outfit.
"Well I am a maid, I cleaned for the last people that owned this house, I even cleaned the mess they left, it took day cleaning the blood off the panels of the floor, I'm a good cleaner, I only ask for Christmas and Halloween off, and my pay is low, I am ready today, I have everything I need", Moira ranted on.
Anthea did a drunken like giggle and told Moira, "well I won't need your services I'm sorry but I like cleaning this is my house I hate ordering others I don't know around and I'm a very natural person", fucking bullshit, "Also what do you mean by blood, what happened to the last people that owned this house", she asked.
"Ma'am I don't like talking about it and you should respect that, all you need to know is that the last people died tragically, and please I mean what have you've been using for the floor", she asked Anthea.
"Well I have natural organic sprays", she answered.
"Oh no no no, vinegar, vinegar and water is the best", Moira insisted.
This is such bullshit; she is bullshit, all natural and shit my ass. So I just walked away up to my room and to my box.
I went to my bathroom and left the door cracked by a little bit. I opened my box and pulled out my razor and started to make one more dash on my wrist, slow and steady.
As I was on my second dash I jerked back by a voice that said, "You're doing it wrong. If you're trying to kill yourself, cut vertically. They can't stitch that up", he was a little taller than me with dirty blondish afro like hair and a cute face.
"What, how did you get in here, who are you", I asked stuttering.
"And if you're trying to kill yourself, you might also try locking the door", he suggested closing my bathroom door not even answering any of my questions.
I turned back to face myself in the mirror wondering who that mysterious person was and how he got in to the house. I had no desire to finish my second dash so I covered it up and went to my bedroom wondering if he was in there, but he was not. So I went downstairs and looked around, there was no sign, so I went to the kitchen to see my mom making herself a glass of vodka and coke.
"Did you see a boy come in or out of here", I asked, which by the way is the first thing I have ever said to Anthea in about 10 years.
She looked at me with surprise and a confused look, "ugh, no I did not that women Moira just left I decided to hire her", what a surprise. So I nodded my head and went to go to my room, when she said, "it's nice to hear your voice again, I missed it".