Pariah

1. Tabula Rasa

Author's Note: tabula rasa - a clean slate

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The pinging of the rain against the car became too annoying for me to endure. I clogged my ears with my earbuds blasting classical jazz to drown out the sounds. My twin brother Quinton was listening to his music while my younger sister Hazel was reading Diary of a Wimpy Kid. I watch the trees fly past while we drove onwards towards our destination. A new home. If you could call it home with how musty and creepy everything looks.

It was around 9:30 in the morning when we eventually made it to our two-story Victorian style house that was completely made of bricks. Vines were clinging to the sides and inching around the mosaic glass windows. The door was painted a dark burgundy with a porch small enough to fit a single chair, if that. Very old school classic. I didn't seem to mind it.

Not yet anyways. 

I got out of the car shoving my phone in my back pocket and earbuds into the right pocket of my maroon zip up hoodie. My dad handed me my suitcase and backpack as I stared at the house in front of me.

This was for the best.

I had to keep telling myself that.

Opening the door, the light seeped through the foyer illuminating the entrance. To the left was the living room and to the right was the kitchen. Down the hall in front of me had two doors, a bathroom and a nicely sized master bedroom. My parents took that room.

Around the corner in the living room was a set of old antique stairs. I followed my brother and sister up the pathway into the next hallway that had four doors this time. There was a loft area to my right with another set of stairs leading to the attic. I took the bedroom on the left at the end of the hall. The walls were painted a light beige and the floors were a deep mahogany. I looked up to see the ceiling which had an interesting pearl architecture. This place was definitely ancient.

I set my luggage down and walked to the glass door on the far wall. There was a small balcony that overlooked the crisp pine woods. Maine was pretty much all forest. I breathed in the musky scent and watched the moving trucks pull into the driveway.

"Kids! The U-Haul is here!" I heard my mom call from downstairs. When I walked out of the room I noticed Hazel took the room next to mine and Quinton took the one in front of ours next to the bathroom. I imagine so he can hog it. We all helped load our things into bedrooms. It was a pain in my absolute ass trying to lug up the heavy furniture and boxes. 

"You know Vivian this would go a lot smoother if you were actually lifting it," Quinton complained to me while we were carrying up his dresser.

I stopped walking and scolded at him, "I'm sorry would you like to do this by yourself?"

He rolled his eyes and I glared at him while we brought it upstairs into his bedroom. His room was a deep burgundy with the same mahogany flooring and pearl-like ceiling architecture.

I set down the last box of mine in my room and the first thing I put together was my bed frame and set the mattress onto it. After that, I made my bed and began to put together my desk again. It took all day to finally get everything looking somewhat normal.

The unpacked boxes were broken down and piled by the door. I walked over and started unpacking the rest of my room decorations. There was a box that said FRAGILE so I started with that one.

I opened it and looked inside. Laying on the top was my glass ballerina figurine, propped on a glass footing looking gorgeous as ever. Ballet was my passion, nothing makes me feel more like myself than in my pointed shoes dancing my heart out. I placed the ballerina on my desk next to a picture frame of my family. A small smile crept on my face and I continued to unpack.