Chapter Three

Juniper

Our new home was beautiful, it was a three bedroom apartment and we lived on the fifth floor. It was one of those luxurious furnished apartments you’d see on tv but never imagined having one.

It looked like my parents lifestyle had upscaled in everything taste and I could tell that all of this was because of their new job. This new house had everything, we didn’t need to bring anything except our clothes. The walls were painted in white oil paint, bright and shiny lights were visible in the ceilings and the floor was marble tiled.

“So what do you think of the house?” My mum asked bringing me out of my thoughts.

“It’s amazing mum, I’m really impressed”

“We figured you’d love it, go check out your room” my mum pushed with a warm smile.

I drew my luggage, walking up the stairs to my room which was the first room on the left. Opening the door and stepping inside I let out a surprise gasp very amazed by the place. There was a large curtain bed right in the middle with beautiful pink bedsheets and comfy duvet and pillows, the flooring was wooden tiled with a nice walk in closet where I could put all of my clothes. I had a live in bathroom with an exquisite bathtub. There was also a mini verandah out front overlooking the city and the walls were painted a light shade of pink. I loved it!

“Wow, mum and dad really outdid themselves” i muttered still amazed by the size of my room.

After unpacking my suitcase and putting the necessary things I needed in place, I was beyond exhausted and decided to take a short nap not wasting anymore time jumping on my new comfy bed and dozing off.

I woke up some hours later feeling really thirsty, I walked out my room back down the stairs into the kitchen to get myself something to drink when I found both my parents preparing dinner.

“Hi guys” i greeted taking out a pack of mango juice and gulping its contents down my throat.

“Hey Juni. So what do you think about your new room?” My dad asked with a teasing smile.

“I honestly love it dad, you two really outdid yourselves” I said with a knowing smile causing the both of them to laugh.

“We just wanted to make up for suddenly bringing you with us to America. Are we forgiven?” My mum asked hopefully.

“Yeah yeah, I can’t stay mad at you guys” I said with a playful laugh going to hug the both of them as they smiled happily at me.

“We promise you’re going to love living in New York” my mum said with excitement in her voice.

“I hope so, it’s not like Barcelona but home is wherever you guys are” I said with a shrug making them smile proudly at me.

“So are you done with unpacking?” My dad asked stealing out of the tacos my mum was making us for dinner.

“Yeah and I took a short nap. How about you guys?” I asked curiously

“We’re done too, and tomorrow your mum’s taking you to your new school so you can collect your uniforms and other necessities needed for your resumption” he answered giving me a smile as my nerves went into crazy mode about going to Daleton prep.

“Okay. I can’t wait” I said with a nervous laugh ignoring my parents glances.

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Grayson

I walked out of the shower with a towel around my waist to find my stepsister sitting on my bed with her legs crossed as she pressed her phone. Her face reminded me a lot of my stepmother and I loathed her with every fiber of my being. Daisy on the other hand I could tolerate since she was my half sister.

“What’re you doing in my room?” I growled in anger getting her attention.

“Relax brother, it’s not like I want to be here” she answered rolling her eyes.

“Then why are you here?” I asked rudely

“Dad wants to see you, he’s in his study”

“Why?” I asked drying my hair with a towel.

“Something about work or some shit like that, I don’t know. He just sent me to get you” she replied with a blank look on her face.

“Okay, now get out” I said gesturing to the door with a nod. No one comes into my room without my permission, it’s a rule I enforced to protect myself.

“Geez what crawled up your arse? I’m leaving” she said with a glare as she left my room.

I sat on my bed and wondered what it was the old man wanted to see me for. We rarely talked or saw each other and when we did we mostly fought or argued badly. I don’t exactly hate my father, I hate what he has become and it all started because of one woman. I put on something really comfortable and walked out of my room going towards his study to hear what it was he had to say.