"How long will it take to get to our new house Dad?" I asked as I climbed into the passenger seat of our Black Mercedes.
"Only about an hour Laynee, don't worry," he responded tiredly as he started the engine.
I nodded and leaned my head back on the headrest, wondering what my new school would be like. I hoped it wouldn't be anything like my last school, where it was all about how you dressed, did your hair, and if you were 'cool enough' to hang with the so-called preps. I rolled my eyes as I thought about their immature cliques. They always used to make fun of me and my friends, calling us 'emo' and all the guys were called 'gay.' This was especially stupid, because most of them had girlfriends. I don't see why they thought they were so much better than us.
Was it because they had designer clothes? Well I could buy all those if I wanted them. Because of how we act? No, they never took the time to get to know us, and if they did I'm sure they'd actually like being with us, my old friends could be so funny and interesting. They just were stupid and judgmental for absolutely no reason, just because their lives were so freaking great that made them better than us? I think not, I think that should make us better because we're tougher! I sighed angrily and pulled my earphones out of my bag and plugged them into my iPod Touch, turning on Memphis May Fire playlist. Their songs always calmed me down, with such amazing lyrics. I closed my eyes and listened to my music peacefully.
A while later I felt a soft nudge on my shoulder and lifted my head up, opening my eyes. I saw my dad had parked the car in the driveway of our new house and was already getting out. I sighed; of course he wouldn't wait for me. I looked around the estate with raised eyebrows; it was huge!
The driveway where our car was parked turned out to be a private drive that's small entryway was right by the front gate, with a fairly tall wall of green bushes blocking it from the main driveway; which went all the way to our front door and around large circle of lush grass with a big fountain in the middle and a tall palm tree on each side. There was a white stone fence surrounding our whole front courtyard and lots of foliage all around it.
The actual house was even more impressive; it was three stories and was a medium yellow color, with a reddish brown roof. There was a large balcony in front, with a view of the whole yard and the fountain. I'm guessing my dad will be taking the room connected to that. There were obliviously a lot more rooms though, and probably a room with a balcony with a view of the ocean. I hope to take that one.
I grabbed my tan messenger bag and jogged into the open garage. I opened the door and found myself in a little hallway, leading into the living room. I looked to my left and saw the entranceway from the front door, and straight ahead was a couple steps down that lead to the kitchen, which was lower than the halls and living room. The floor was all dark hardwood, except the kitchen, which from the steps down was white tile. There were a couple of doors that seemed to lead to smaller rooms, but I didn't feel like exploring just yet. Everything was completely empty, since Dad decided that instead of moving the furniture from our old house here, we should just leave our old house as it is and get all new furniture.
I reminded myself that later I need to explore the whole house, and started walking up the winding staircase in the back corner of the living room. The steps were the same hardwood as the living room floor, and the rails were white metal. It wound up to the second floor, which had white carpet and lots of doors and windows. There were obviously a lot of extra rooms in this house.
He turned around and saw me looking at him questioningly. "Hey Laynee, you can pick which room you want, on any floor." He pointed to the door he had just come from, "Except that one, which is my room."
I nodded, "Okay Dad. I'll probably choose one on the third story." Then I turned around and started climbing the stairs again, up to the third floor. The stairs finally stopped and the first thing I noticed about the third floor was that it was smaller than the other two floors and had a higher ceiling; almost like a loft. The wall opposite of me was curved and almost completely made of glass and the floor was a light brown hardwood; I decided that this should be my bedroom. There was a door to the right of me, which I found lead to a medium sized bathroom with a shower and black and white checkered tile. Across the room was another door that lead to a small bedroom, with the same light hardwood and a walk-in closet in the corner, it probably had some other cool stuff in it, but I didn't feel like checking it out today. I smiled, perfect; I have a bedroom with a great view, a bathroom, a big closet, and I could find something to do with this little room another time.
I walked back into my room and sat on the floor by the window, staring at the beach where the sun was just starting to set. Maybe tomorrow I should go to the beach and meet some people who will be going to my school, which started in 3 days. I'm glad Dad decided to move during summer, so at least I'll be there on the first day of school, not just showing up in the middle of the year. I moved my messenger bag so I could lay my head on it and stretched out on the floor. It was very uncomfortable but I didn't really think about it as I drifted off to sleep.