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Chapter II

Word count: 2327

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MY ROOM WAS large, a king size bed dominating​ it. To the side was a coffee table rounded by a couch and two armchairs facing the wall with a black flat screen TV.   There was a toilet attached with a shower and a tub, and also a walk in wardrobe which was now basically just hangers on rails,which would soon fill with my clothes. That is, when I feel like unpacking.

The walls were painted in a combination of pale purple and peach. And a window opened to face the backside of the house, or should I call it a mansion?

Right outside my window was a tree with it's branches so close that it would make sneaking out humongously easy. But I wasn't that kind of a person, the most exciting thing I've ever done in life was coming to Falun alone. And I can't tell you just how exciting a place this was. Please do mind the sarcasm.

Grass grew in the back lawn for a good stretch until it blended in with the woods which went on for as far as I could see. But to my left, the woods ended not too far on to a rocky beach where I could see the waves foaming against the shore.

I made a mental note to visit that place.

This was all a week ago. Right now, I was getting ready to go to school. My first day at St.Louis High School. My first day at a school, to be more precise. I had been home schooled my whole life, and now, I was in my final year.

Pathetic? Just you wait.

St.Louis was a private school. From the research I'd done online, it's for rich kids,  but the Kestrels were beyond rich. Classes had already begun two weeks ago.

I didn't have much experience with people my age seeming that I was home schooled. But I bet the girls there are stuck up bitches and guys are players,but then again, I was  judging from my knowledge watching too much Netflix. Or maybe I was just being stereotypical.

Hannah left earlier for cheerleading practice, It was just so cliche that she was a cheerleader. I mean, with the blonde hair and the bitchiness accompanied, she was the perfect fit. We hadn't talked much during the past week although we lived under the same roof. And the times that we did talk, it hadn't been too plesant.

I tried to be nice and asked her how that cut on her lip was, not that I cared or anything, but guess what she did.  She flipped me the finger. I had every right to call her a pregnant bufallo, and I don't give shit if she's a size smaller than me.

Now my only other hope unfortunately was Roman since I hadn't a clue where the school was. Using the GPS would have been an option except that I had no phone and the rover was pretty basic.

Roman lived here. Well most of the time anyways. He's gone somewhere half the days and when I asked Gloria she just shrugged and said he's like that.

I also learned that that Hannah and Roman aren't really Clark's family. He'd adopted them and they know it too. Gloria said that one reason Hannah hated me is because I'm Clark's daughter. She had always been a daddy's girl. And she only found out a few months ago about her being adopted.

I tried to empathize with her at that but,  I mean it must hurt to be lied to about something like that.

Although Clark hasn't show much affection towards me visibly, he always peeped in my room to check on me before he went to bed. At first I felt it was an invasion to my privacy since I never had anyone do that except mum. But in a way it felt good, to know that there is a man who is your father, that actually cares about you.