My father was standing before. Yes, I'm becoming a proper little monkey because I'm very intimidated by this house and my father. But here he was, standing there, laughing at what an idiot I must look like.
"Hi, I'm Jacklyn." I said, introducing myself.
"I know. You don't have to introduce yourself." he laughed.
"Oh, well. Hi." I said awkwardly.
"Do you wanna meet your new mom?" he asked.
"I still have my mom, David." I said sternly.
"I know, but you have a new stepmom. And you don't have to call me David. Call me Dad." he said with a cheeky grin.
"Alright, David." I said whilst walking past him.
That was a little rude, yes. But he deserves it. He's acting like nothing ever happened. When in reality, everything happened. I moved away from my three only friends and my mom to a whole new life with a new family and a new school and so many new things. I lived in a castle now. Well, not a castle, more like a huge house for queens and kings.
"Is this Jacklyn?" I heard a high pitched voice ask.
"Hi." I said quietly.
"Ah!" she screeched and hugged me tightly.
"Hi, who are you?" I asked whilst I was muffled in her chest.
"I'm Whitney! Your new mom!" she squeaked.
"Okay that's great." I said pushing away from her.
"Oh! Do you want me to show you your room?" she peppily asked.
"Uh, sure?" I answered more of a question.
She squeaked again and led me up the tall granite stairs. We went down a very long hallway and to a door at the end. She motioned for me to go inside and I slowly opened the door. I walked in and my jaw dropped once again. The room was huge. It was all white walls and had fairy lights hanging all around the roof. There was a window seat surrounded by books and journals with a beautiful view of a forest. There was a desk set up in the corner with journals and a cup of different pens and pencils perfectly set up. The bed was in the middle of the room with a black sparkly comforter covering it. It was a tumblr girls dream.
I walked to my bed and dropped my suitcases down and opened my backpack. I carefully took out the pizza stuffed animal and carefully placed it on my bed. I took out Danny's sweater and turned around to see a huge walk in closet full of clothes. I gasped and walked towards it. There were designer clothes from top to bottom of the closet. I was now not only intimidated by my father, I was intimidated by my own closet now too. I don't know if that's healthy. I carefully pushed all the clothes away, afraid of hurting them, and carefully placed his sweater on an empty shelf.
"Oh! There's also a little hidden room in your closet for just some you time." Whitney piped up.
I spun around and looked at her confused. She walked in and pushed a button, causing one of the walls to spin around and show another set of stairs. I climbed up the stairs to find another whole room.
"Oh my God." I whispered.
"Yeah, I just figured you'd want this room because of the little ones." she stated quietly.
I nodded my head and tears began streaming from my eyes.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I just miss him."
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so the kid I like just said he 'loved' me? I'm so confused okay bye.
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Wet Paint↠Danny Edge
FanfictionMaybe life was a little like wet paint. You could just sit there and watch it dry, or you can take it and make something better out of it. Change all of it until what you originally made is something totally knew.