The move
Kenny's POV
" Finally, I get to have my own room,whoa,what a life"
No one really paid attention to that statement of mine as I swung the main door open and ran inside. I had every reason to be this exited, as a seventeen year old teen with a twin brother and a younger sister who's just turned ten, allow me to be happy. I used to share a room with my twin brother since our last house was smaller and now I get to have a room to myself, no idiot talking to girls over my head, no kid rushing to my room asking for a new hairstyle in the middle of the night.
" You and your brother will have the two opposite rooms, no fighting okay. Take your luggages up and meet down here in ten"
Said my mother and as soon as she said that my brother and I ran upstairs with our bags in order to fight for the best room, he was faster of course so he was the first to choose but I didn't care, I got my own room anyway. I didn't really get to unpack, as soon as I dropped my bag I ran back downstairs where mother was already setting the table since she got takeaways on our way to our very newly bought mansion, not really one just a double storey building, nothing fancy. It had everything inside, the furniture was still okay and thankfully my room was clearly designed for a girl like me. It had pink walls, the furniture inside was light brown, I just loved how it was designed hence I couldn't wait to finish eating and go back there and lay down in peace.
As soon as I was done eating I ran back to my room and jumped to my lovely bed and tucked myself in. I just knew that I was going to have a goodnight sleep, I just couldn't believe it.
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Now I do understand why they said too much happiness brings disappointments, as I was resting my eyes peacefully so, I heard the door slowly open and I just knew that there was only one person whom would do that and that would be my baby sister Coco. I didn't bother opening the blankets for her though, if she wanted to sleep she just had to find her way inside my bed.
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As the morning arrived I went to freshen up and as soon as I was done I ran downstairs where I was welcomed by an amazing smell of breakfast. I was the last person to get there so as soon as I arrived we all began to eat and as I was eating I asked Coco what she wanted from me last night. If I could remember clearly she came into my room, walked around the room and then she left the window opened.
" I did not go to your room last night, I was with mom and dad, it's brother Kenneth" said Coco as she rolled her eyes.
" Eey quit it, I didn't go to her room last night. Why would I go there, ask for snuggles, isn't that what you do Coco. Kenny it was Coco who went to your room last night " said my brother.
Not again, you see these two. One of them did leave my window open and it's Coco for sure. But like always mom nor dad said nothing. Mom just said Coco was with them before going to her own room meaning that Kenneth was the remaining suspect and since he said it wasn't him she told me that it was me who forgot to close my own window, 'you might've forgotten to close it after gazing at the view outside' she said. How funny. You see this is the problem I've always faced in this family of mine. I've always been the sibling that would complain all the time and here I was again, I thought these two would let me rest since we had a bigger house but they weren't feeling it I guess, and I was still in a long run since we didn't have school for two whole days.
We had breakfast, it was delicious as usual then came the dishes, I've been one to do chores so I gathered them and took them to the kitchen so that I could wash them, firstly I ran to my room to grab my phone so that I could listen to music while doing the dishes and as soon as I came back I found all the dishes on the floor shattered in pieces. And I knew who did that but she would deny it.
" Coco!, Coco bring your stupid self here now!!" I screamed on top of my lungs.
I found her cuddling with dad in the living room watching cartoons as if she didn't just break dishes and make a mess for me to clean up.
" Why did you break the dishes, I just left them for a few minutes,what is wrong with you !!"
" I was with dad, I don't know what she is talking about dad, Kenneth did it" she said, calmly so as if she saw me as a joke.
I was calm at first but seeing her do this just made me loose it, she wasn't a kid anymore and here she was acting like one. Why was it so hard for her to just admit if she did something. First she left my window open and now she broke the dishes and still said it wasn't her, and confronting her in dad's presence wasn't worth it, he was siding with her anyway. Instead of making her admit what she did he kept on saying she didn't do anything , she wouldn't lie blah blah. And for some reason the tables turned and now he was targeting me and telling me about my anger issues. He said I had to learn to control my feelings especially when I was with my siblings, he said I was always aggressive and ready for arguments which wasn't true at all, they were provoking me. As soon as he said that I stormed out of the room, I just felt like screaming at everyone in the house. I met up with mom on my way to the kitchen and there she asked me why I broke her dishes.
" It was your daughter Coco who did that not me okay!"
I told her as I stormed out of the house. I do admit that I raised my voice a bit but I couldn't help it, she just pinned the blame on me why would she do that.
Luckily our house had trees outside so I went to lay down under one. I just wanted to clear my mind and calm down, I didn't think my new home experience would turn out like this, I was excited for the new house and forgot that I was still moving in with the same people. They enjoyed being in my space so much that when I was laying down I heard someone walking around near where I was taking a nap. I was too lazy to see who it was, I only knew who it was as soon as the person began to laugh as if they really wanted to ruin my sleep, and it was Kenneth.
Only God knows what he wanted from me.