Vivian's P. O. V

"This is our house?" I asked, disgusted. My parents had come a couple times for the weekend, but they always left me and Adam behind because it was a "surprise". "You've got to be kidding!"

"Vivian, we can't always get only what you want. It was in our budget and its close to school and to work, so we decided on this one. Plus, you agreed to it." Dad pointed out.

"I agreed to it after there was no choice of staying in California. And I only agreed to it 'cause it looked so much better in the pictures."

"I apoligize it wasn't what you expected but this is what we have. If we have money later on we could buy a new house."

I rolled my eyes, which was something I don't usually do due to all the rules. But right now I am just so mad that I couldn't help it so I did it. At that moment, the small of tabacco filled my nostrils, it was the neighbor. My family waved, but I didn't. I don't wave, I smile. So I turn my head and force the corners of my mouth to rise and force out a smile; and I'm going out on a limb here and I bet it wasn't a good smile to give to your new neighbor.

"Why don't we go inside to choose the bedrooms?" Mom asked, changing the subject. She just wanted to get to somewhere were she couldn't smell the horrible smell of tabacco.

"I call dibs on the biggest room!" I shouted, running into the house like a little girl. Adam followed me.

"Not if I get there first!" He shouted, passing me.

"But I already called dibs!" I shouted back, as we raced up stairs. I quickly ran into a room with a fan and locked my self inside, "I call dibs on this one, Adam!"

"Vivian, I am the oldest, I desirve the bigger room with the fan," he argued.

"There are plenty other rooms," my mom's voice told Adam.

"Fine!" He said.

I laughed to myself, and made 'I win' faces at the door. I knew he couldn't see me, but that was the point. If I was going to live in a place where I didn't want to be, at least let me live comfortably. Then a moving van with the one with my bed came-I think. I wanted to settle in and get to know this place. Now that I'd have to live here the rest of my boring days. Then the window caught my eye. I loved looking out the windo of my old room. It made me feel free even when I was in my lame room. I opened the window and saw a person in the other room-well in the house to the left of mine-he followed my actions and opened the window of his own. It was the guy that we saw smoking. He had tattoos and looked evil looking-now that I think of it.

"Welcome to the neighborhood." He welcomed, with a smirk on his face-which made me feel suddenly UNwelcome.

Notes

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