Changes

Hey Readers. This my first story that I'm gonna make so please no hate. If it's bad just comment and I'll make a few adjustments in the future chapters :)

Okay Let's Begin.....

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*UNEDITED*

My hands slide along the car window, feeling the cold raindrops on the other side as we drive to our destination: our new home.

All this time it's been me, my older brother and mother, living in U.K together under one roof. However, now there's a new father and a baby sister that'll soon follow. I hate to think of this. Life was perfect before. Maybe we didn't have a dad, but doesn't mean I needed one. Pfft..... this is all bullshit.

My brother holds my hand. "It'll be okay".

He knows I feel uncomfortable with this.... everyone knows. I was practically carried into the aeroplane by my brother because of my stubbornness. And yes, let me explain that again, I was carried onto the airplane. The amount of stares we were getting was unbelievable, but I still continued shouting cuss words.

"We're nearly there" Clark confirmed. He was trying to comfort me. Stop this already! I hate... and I mean HATE it when people try to comfort me; especially if they don't know me properly. Ugh... I look out of the window disgusted by his comment.

Clark Brinné. The man that my mother 'Hayley O'Donnell'.... wait correction - 'Hayley Brinné' fell in love with, and decided to make a child with. Images of ways to get rid of Clarkstarted to show in my head.

We didn't know our dad. Only mom did, but she refuses to tell us details about him. She kept avoiding chances of talking about him since we were little.

She says; and I quote 'He's a worthless man that doesn't need our attention because he walked out on us'.

Every time I ask her about dad she won't tell me anything. It's only this quote that she says every single time.... I should have memorised the other part of it by now, but it's so hard to concentrate on her long boring speech when images of my real dad appear in my head. I've never seen a picture of him, so all I can do is think... Even though I wanted to know about my biological dad, it doesn't mean that she can marry and find a father for me.

We pass through guarded gates into an estate. Behind the gates were rows of different looking mansions, some brick, and others cement. I knew Clark was rich but I didn't imagine to be living in a mansion with other rich neighbours. I turn my head and exchange glances with my brother. We're both speechless.

The car stops outside a mansion, a fricking mansion. Not like an old brick mansion; but one with sheets of glass layed as walls. Okay, it's not glass everywhere.... I might have exaggerated there, but it did have a giant glass part of the house where everything could be seen inside. Even from outside the house gate! Does the word 'privacy' even exist here?!

Chocolate brown tiled walls combine well with the white painted cement, and surprisingly the glass fitted the appearance well. But I'm still not approving the fact that perverts could be filiming you inside the house from the house gates.

"This is your new home!" Clark remarks.

My brother lunged to my window because I was on the side facing the house. He's smiling with his mouth open, while staring at the house.

I open the door causing him to fall onto the ground. I started laughing then murmured "Idiot."

He just smiles then says "At least I know your smiling now."