Hold On

Here we are, standing in the front foyer of our new house. Mom and Dad have just finished unloading the last two suitcases out of the limo and have made their way inside. Dad smiles with pride as he looks ahead of him and puts the suitcases down on the shiny marble floors.
The sound of the front door closing is the only sound to be made as everyone is left speechless, looking at our new living arrangements. The house is huge. Much bigger then our house in Chicago. Directly infront of where we are standing, there are two separate staircases both leading up to the second floor. Each one is floored with marble and a gorgeously structured winding railing. It feels like I'm standing in the foyer of a palace.

The walls are decorated with white wainscoting and an elegant shade of grey which seems to brighten up the place. Dad breaks the silence with a laugh as he looks at each of our expressions. It is clearly evident that we are in awe. Never would i ever have expected to live in a house this nice. "Gorgeous isnt it?" He speaks up and we all nod, still unable to say anything as we look around. "Go take a look at your rooms, your stuff is already set up." He says, and with that everyone bolts, leaving their suitcases scattered everywhere. I watch, still unable to move, as they all head upstairs.

This place definitely has the wow factor, but something about it makes me sick to my stomach. This will never be home. As nice as it is, it will never compare to the years of memories I've gained in Chicago. I want to go home.

"You okay Jess?" Mom asks from behind me, but i dont reply. I'm not okay. I'm far from it actually. I never really understood the situation i was in until we got here, moments ago. Thats when it sunk in that we would never be going back. I can feel my awe filled face drop into a sulken frown as my eyes begin to tear up. "Hey," She speaks softly as she places a hand gently on my shoulder. "Whats wrong? Do you not like the house?" She asked and i looked up at her. My sadness turned into slight anger. How can she not know whats wrong? Was it that easy for her to forget about our life back home? To forget about how happy we were? Dont get me wrong, I'm so proud of my Dad for getting that promotion, and he truly deserved it, but i just wish it didnt have to affect our whole family.

I shook my head and sniffed before grabbing the handle of my suitcase and heading upstairs, ignoring her completely. A part of me feels bad since its not entirely her fault that we're here, but i just think it would be best for me to be alone right now.

I slowly walked upstairs and turned left down a large hallway. I continued to walk past my siblings rooms until i found a door with my name on it. "I guess this ones yours." I tell myself as i grab the fancy handle before pushing the door open.

The room was gorgeous. Beautiful decor, white and grey walls, queen sized bed, fireplace and a TV mounted to the wall. It also had a couch, living chair, table, and a desk. All of this, for some reson, only made me angrier. "Nice things wont win me over." I said aloud, although I'm not quite sure who or what i was talking to.

I glare at my surroundings and find it hard to open my eyes again. The jet lag is going to take some getting used to. Its about a five hour difference. Its 8:00am in England right now, which means its actually 3:00am for me, and I'm exhausted. How are we suposed to get used to this by Monday? (Exactly one day from now) Which if you haven't guessed is the day when i start school at Sir. Mgginly High. Even the name sounds intimidating, I'd hate to know what the other kids are like.

I walk over to my brand new, nicely decorated bed and take a seat. Its comfy, but not as comfy as my bed back home. Yet again, nothing is quite like it was back home. I sigh and slip my hand into the pocket of my jeans and feel my phone. It hasn't rang or beeped since we left, but its not like i was expecting it to anyways. I only had two friends in Chicago; Stacy and Laura. They were alright to be around although it always seemed to me like they were partially using me for my brain. It sounds cocky, but its true. Its not like it matters anymore though, they're gone, irrelevant to my life. That was made clear as i stare down at my phone, seeing not a single message from either one of them.

I sighed and leaned back, my head sinking into the cushy fabric of my douvet cover. Looking up at the ceiling surprisingly doesn't feel much different. Its white, just like my old room and its just as smooth. I manage to slightly smile. At least I'll have something to remind me of life back home.

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I continue to strum the chords to match that of my voice. The music sounds so blissful, for a second it seemed as if i had escaped from this torturous reality. Music has always been my escape and i dont know what I'd do without it, or if someone tried to take it away from me. I dont think id last a week.

I stop playing for a brief moment and pick up my pencil before making some changes to the song in my songbook. I'm really happy with what I've come up with so far, but its missing something. I'm not entirely sure what exactly that something is yet, but i know its not there yet. I have a feeling it will come with time.

Once the changes were made i put down my pencil and started playing once again. I close my eyes, allowing my ears to fully take in the beautiful sound and my fingers to attain control. There's a piece of me in this song. Almost so much so that i would begin to tell you this song is me, or a part of me anyways. That makes no sense, but its what i feel. This song is what i feel. Thats the perfect way to describe it.

I jump as the music was interrupted by a chorus of loud banging on my bedroom door. "What?!" I call, clearly annoyed. The knocking doesn't stop until about three seconds later when the door swings open, revealing an anxious looking Kienna, charging straight towards me. She held out her hand to me and i could see her phone was lit up and revealing a certain app that i had never seen before. The screen read, 'Sir Migginly, Hot or Not?'. I was genuinely confused as to why she would be showing me this, or even why she would be in my room. Kienna never comes into my room. Ever. Even though i seem to barge into hers every time i need to confront her of something. Which believe it or not is a lot.

I narrowed my eyes at the screen in confusion before turning my attention towards her, waiting for an explanation. "Do you know what this is?" She asked me, sounding both excited and stressed at the same time. I shook my head. She's asking me as if i should know, but i really dont. "Um... No?" I replied sounding even more confused as i already was. Thinking about it, its probably something stupid.

She huffed dramatically before sitting down beside me on my bed. "Its a list." She said and i widened my eyes and nodded, pretending tht what she had just said was in any way relevant to my life. (It wasn't.) She sat there giving me an eager look, probably waiting for me to say, "What list?" But instead i said nothing. More or less because i didnt care. Finally she sighed, giving in to my silence. "Its a list of people from hottest to least hot at our new school." She explained. "And I'm determined to get to the top." She told me and i gave her a look as if to say, "Are you kidding me?"

Is she really so insecure that she feels the need to get to the top of some dumb list to feel good about herself? Although i hate to admit this, Kienna is absolutely gorgeous. She doesn't need insignificant low-life wanna-be's to tell her she's pretty.

I looked her dead in the eyes, my expression from before replaced with a sympathetic look. "Kie, please dont spend highschool focused on what other people think of you. You're Gorgeous and you already know that. You dont need other people to-" i began but she interrupted. "Woah, ew, dont compliment me its weird." She said. "I didnt come in here to be lectured i came in here to tell you not to mess this up for me." She explained.

I glared at her. This is one of the many reasons why i hate her. Every time i try to say something nice to her she brushes it off and says something rude. Thats her problem, she takes things for granted, me in particular. "Whats that supposed to mean?" I asked, even though i already knew what it meant. She thought about it for a moment, completely disregarding my expression. I could tell i looked angered and clearly upset, although she didn't seem to notice. Even if she did i dont think she'd care anyways. "Just... Well... Dont talk to me at school okay? Pretend like we aren't related." She told me and i huffed, clearly offended by what she had just said.

"Get the fuck out of my room." I snapped and she jumped a little at my sudden forceful tone. Even though i hate her, i will always consider her my sister, because well, she is. So the fact that she had the audacity to say something like that to me is incredibly hurtful. I'm done sticking up for her.

"Okay, maybe that was a little harsh, but-" "Get out bitch!" I yelled interrupting her. She gasped and furrowed her eyebrows at me. "Jess what the hell?!" She said as she stood up, holding her phone firmly in one hand. "I hate you. Just get out." I said more calmly and her face fell. We've never actually told one another that we hate eachother. Thats the first time I've ever said something like that to her. It felt good, yet bad at the same time. Mostly because i know i didnt mean it. I love her. She's my sister. But in that moment, it was the only thing i had left to say.

She glared at me for a second and sniffed, trying to hide the fact that what i had just said had made her tear up a little. "Fine." She said and she left, slamming my door behind her. She's on her own from now on. I'm not sticking up for her any more, so good luck to her.

I take a deep breath and think. If there's one thing i dread more than having her than a sister its having to go to school tomorrow. There's going to be new kids that i dont know who are already halfway through their first term, or whatever they call it here. Everyone is already going to have their set group of friends and guaranteed they aren't going to be willing to make room for the newbie braniac. Maybe Ryan, Kienna and Jamie will have better luck than me. They always seemed to at our old school anyways.

All i can do is cross my fingers. I hope tomorrow isn't as bad as I'm thinking it will be.

Notes

I know this chapter was pretty shitty... But the next chapter will be much better.