Why did I have to move? I didn't even want to move, I was perfectly comfortable where I was at. Everyone understood me there. Now, I have to start over. I'm being forced into this stupid prep school full of jocks and "barbies." I'm going to have to make new friends, learn a whole new school, and deal with all new dumb-asses who think they know me when they don't. My parents don't care what I want, all they care about is my dad's promotion. Hell, my parents act like I don't even exist half the time! Well, that may have been because I'm not even supposed to be alive. My birth was a failed abortion! Even if my parents did want to actually have a child, I'm not what they consider "perfect." I listen to heavy metal and punk music, I dye my hair every six months, and I've learned to not give a fuck about what anyone thinks of me. So now, I'm refusing to leave the car.

"Ophelia get out of the car."

I locked the doors, "No, I'm not leaving the car until we are back home!"

"I swear to god Ophelia if you don't get out of the car, I will rip all of your stupid signed posters and break your CD's."

Slowly, I got out of the car and got really close to my dad's face and hissed, "Don't you dare go near my posters or my CD's or any of my band merchandise understand?"

I walk inside the new house which happened to be huge! There were five floors! Each floor had two bedrooms except for the fifth floor, that one only had one bedroom. I walked up the long flights of steps up to the fifth floor and nearly smiled. The entire bedroom was already painted black, grey, and red. Assumingly my mother, had put my boxes neatly onto my bed trying not to disturb any fragile belongings inside. I carefully pulled out all of my band posters and started hanging them all over my walls trying to make this room look like the one back at my old home as much as possible.

"Ophelia, why don't you take a walk or something while your mother and I unpack?" My father called from the floor below me.

I groaned and threw on my black combat boots and grabbed my headphones, "No guarantee I'll come back," I called as I slammed the door shut behind me. What could I possibly do on a damn walk?

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