Excerpt from a story ;)

Gods, I must have quite a few friends for me to start posting all their random mutterings [Alright, I ADMIT I HAVE NEXT to none]

Anyway, I wanted to post this whole novel, chapter by chapter from Natalia Gorina [don't come asking for her address] but she gave me permission for the "first one or two chapters"

So here, the 1stchapter from a novel by nat, for NanoWrimo.

Enjoy!

CHAPTER 1
When Dad had told us to move, I thought it would finally be the end of the torment I had suffered as junior in high school. Maybe I had been expected to react in a very ungodly way of throwing a tantrum and then destroying half the house – like my sister had done – but I just quietly accepted the fact with relief. Maybe I could still make the last year into something worthwhile to remember and not flush into a scarlet red every time someone decided to bring my life up.
Anyway, this was probably the best thing hat had happened in my short sixteen year old life and I was ready to embrace it with open arms. So when we left our familiar apartment in New York and drove God knows how long, I enjoyed fantasizing about my new life.
“Holly, would you give it a rest for goodness sake!” my sister Aki finally snapped and painfully nudged me with her elbow.
Apparently my incessant humming was beginning to grind on her nerves. As always.
“You know, you aren’t the only one suffering here.” I quietly interjected.
My legs had been cramped quite painfully for the past hour.
“Suffering?! SUFFERING?! Does it look like I even CARE? I’m not the one singing every stinking minute from JOY. I had a life back there. Not unlike someone I’m unfortunate enough to be related to.”
“Zip it, both of you.” My mom finally decided to interject.
“You know Aki, honey, you could be more positive about this like Holly has been. You don’t have to so pessimistic.”
Upon seeing my sister try to answer, Mom cut her off.
“Discussion closed Aki.”
Having probably used up all the energy from the tantrum she had thrown not a few hours before, Aki scowled but kept quiet.
I glanced around the small neighborhood that was soon destined to be my home. It wasn’t big. I could see the way the people acted towards each other and that everyone knew everything about each other. I wasn’t worrying about it. Nobody knew a thing about me and that is exactly how I wanted it.
When we finally made it to the house, I was pleasantly surprised. The new house was definitely an unexpected perk. It was two storied high, and as far as I could see a huge attic. I knew where I was spending most of my days.
“Now kids,” I furrowed my brows in distaste. “Yes, Holly. Kids. You know important it is to your dad that he was stationed here.”
“He owns the company. That sure is fortunate.” I caught Aki mutter but I paid her no heed.
“Your Dad wanted us all to get away form the busy city life so he’s transferring our family here. You better thank God that this opportunity appeared at all. You’re not going to see your father at all for the next couple of months as he sets up. So make it easier on him and behave.”
I looked up at my father who had stayed silent throughout the whole speech. It looked like he wasn’t even there in the car with us, steering the steel machine that ate away the grey pavement below it mile after mile.
I guess I took after my dad in that sense. I was always quiet, never really paying attention to what everyone thought about me but always having a strange craving of knowing people knew I was there. I loved to change where I was. I always used to sleep in different places every couple of months. My mother had been especially shocked when I decided to occupy the kitchen table. But that’s how it was.
I needed changes. A lot of them.
That is what probably made me, a seemingly normal teenager, shunned by the rest of mankind; particularly our species that were of my age.
As my thoughts raced around in my head, I vaguely noticed the fact that we had finally toped in front of our new home and it looked even better that when I had seen it from afar! A beautiful cobble path led up to an old stone mansion that looked like something straight out of the 19th century. I noticed the fact that a tower had been neatly tucked into the west side of the house, shrouded from view by maples and a very ancient looking poplar that looked like it was protecting the small thing from the danger of the outside world. Grape vines lazily crawled up the side of the house, wedging themselves in the small cracks that had probably formed from age. The oak door looked menacing; the darkened windows almost seemed surly.
It was perfect.
“I get the tower!”
My head snapped away from the gorgeous view and a sudden wave of heat filled my stomach. Not again.
“I want it! I want it! I want it! It’s mine!!” my devil of a sister all but shrieked.
“All right honey. You get whatever you want. You deserve it for being such a good girl and not making this too hard. You go get your stuff and I’ll help you set up. How does that sound? We can even help you design it the way you want if you promise to be good and not make a fuss about school?” my mother was grabbing the chance to save herself from a very stressful first week.
But no one asked me.
I was furious. For the first time in my life, I wanted to punch something and make it break. I wanted people to know that there was more behind these amber eyes and mask that I had carefully integrated with my being. I wanted to stop being the perfect daughter.
I wanted to be selfish.
Wow. I was surprised at the sudden change in my behavior. But, this was exactly what I wanted.
Unconsciously, I had clenched my fists and as I slowly unwound my fingers I was surprised at how sharply I reacted. Little white crescent shapes stood out against my pale skin. Yes. This was definitely what I wanted.
But coming back to the present, I couldn’t help but feel that once my parents had shown favoritism for the purpose of keeping the calm.
I faintly wondered if I had turn out to be a loud child – I shuddered at the though – If I would have gotten anything I sought.
Unpacking went fairly smoothly, like in any other family when they were moving. There were a few plates broken, a few things misplaced but over all we survived the afternoon. By the end of the evening though, I was suffering from a serious headache and it wasn’t helping that Aki was bragging about her new room every chance she got.
“….and the bed is so huge! I can totally see a slumber party happening! Mom will definitely agree to something like that,” She babbled on throwing my room a dirty glance.
I got landed on the second floor in a pretty average place. Space it had but the plain walls and floor only made it harder to forget that my sister had stone walls and a thick carpet on the floor for warmth. I had a large desk with a stool in front ( I hated chairs) and next to it was the window that showed the garden out back. A mandatory bed, a dresser, bookshelf and another small stool in the corner were currently the only pieces of furniture filling up the expanse. I sighed as I looked around. Internal decoration had never been my thing.
It was getting late and on this particular day nothing had registered in mind as important enough to look forward to. It was all grey, as most of my days were.
So as I silently got ready for bed, I was never prepared for the vivid night to come that would imprint itself in my mind; forever changing my life, forever haunting me.