“Penny Lane”chapter 1
(Ahs,Tate x OC)
December 2 2017.
(The day the Spencer family moved into a large house in LA around the area of Westfield high)
I felt shivers run down my spine as we entered the large opening to our new house. It’s a big house, one I never have wanted to live in due to they’r reputation of ghostly beings haunting the house and being in each and every corner in horror movies. But it doesn’t matter anyways, I don’t care.
I made my way up the rickety steps of the stairs. Though the house was beautiful, it felt wrong. Something was wrong. “Penny” my mom yelled
” love,your room is just down the hallway”
I followed the hall until I found the room filled with half opened boxes filled with my stuff.
I breathed in the musty air, taking in each and every smell that filled my new room. It was gross. But I made due.
It took a good three days to set up my room and put all of my stuff together.
My bed was against the wall, my dresser across the room. The rest was filled with shelves full of books, CD’s and Vinal records. On top of my dresser sat my record player and incense holder. I reached down and opened the small drawer near the top of my dresser and pulled out a incense stick.
I pushed it into the small hole on the holder so that it would stay up when I left it. Once it was in place and ready to be set on fire I searched threw the drawer,my hand searched desperately reaching at every corner.
I couldn’t find the lighter. I eventually gave up after having looked threw it a few times. I backed up a bit and turned to face the drawings that I spent the whole day covering the walls with.
After a bit of hesitation I left my room and walked down the stairs, I felt each of my feet fall onto each step, thud, thud, thud,
I stopped
“I talked to you about this before we don’t have the money to send her to a private school!!” My mother yelled at my father who I heard quietly and sadly reply
“I just want her to have the best education she can!”
They were fighting again.
About money.
About me, I swear if they weren’t so focused on me and the money we would be happier so, I made my way back upstairs.
I don’t need the lighter.
The floors groaned as I walk up them once again, thud, thud, thud,
I reached my room and slumped my way to my bed collapsing when near it. One tear slid down my face.
This place was supposed to be different. …….
I made myself get up, I had to, I wanted out of my clothing. Once again I walked to my dresser. I was Leaning down to take out a clean oversized teeshirt when I noticed my lighter laying right in the middle of my dresser, right by my record player and incense burner.
It defiantly wasn’t there before, I’m not sure how it could possibly have gotten there.
I picked it up turning my face around the room desperately trying to find who could’ve done this.
Still a little freaked out I lit the incense on fire and then blew it out watching the smoke rise from the stick.
I backed up pulled my shirt off casting it aside my room, “I’ll put it away later”
I unclipped my bra and threw it as well, then my pants.
I pulled my oversized shirt on.
Flopping onto the bed I buried myself under the pillows.
I cried but I didn’t want them to know.
So I hid in my bed to do so, making sure it muffled the cries.
I hate this.
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