Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 8
My family isn’t rich but we aren’t poor. We’re high
class like most of my classmates, but we didn’t buy
a super huge house that doesn’t suit our family; it’s
big, but my family manages to fill it up quite well.
We inherited this house from my mother’s parents.
Originally, my parents were going to buy a small
house but my grandfather convinced my mom to
take the house, so she did. My mother, my father,
Jeremiah, and I all live here.
Our house is large, including five bedrooms and four
bathrooms; we originally had two but my father put
one into Jeremiah’s room because we used to share
the same bathroom and when he would go number
two, it would have to be cleared out for a day. We
have a larger living room and a larger kitchen but the
dining room is medium sized. My father has a den,
too, which originally was a bedroom. Our house has
three floors, but it’s an older house, which means it’s
narrow; on the bottom floor is the living room and
the kitchen, which connects to the dining room.
There’s also a bathroom and a balcony. Of course,
the two car garage is there, too.
The second floor has a guest bedroom, a bathroom,
and my parent’s bedroom. My father’s office is also
on the second floor, too. He also has a sitting area in
his office; the guest room on that floor is used for
adult family friends and family members who need a
place to speak, which is conveniently my father’s
The third floor is where Jeremiah’s room and my
room are located. There’s also a guest bedroom
which is usually occupied by one of Jeremiah’s
friends from college who pays no attention to me
and vice versa; unless, of course, they’re hot. It’s a
rare occurrence, but when it does happen- they
don’t pay me any attention so there isn’t any
There’s a separate bathroom that Jeremiah uses, and
if he has a friend over, that friend does, too. I have
my own bathroom. When I was 12, I was given that
room because Jeremiah’s friends would constantly
tease me about my feminine items in the separate
bathroom. Prior to my settling in, the bedroom with
the bathroom was a guest room.
On my way to my bedroom, I was stopped by my
idiot brother. “Van!” he shouted.
I turned and looked at him; it was obvious that he
was annoyed. “Yes?” I grinned innocently.
“Can you not give my number to random
strangers?” I smirked at his comment.
“I’ll try not to,” I turned to walk to my room but he
stopped me again by grabbing my arm. Instead of
shrugging it off, I turned and looked at him.
“The guy said that he met you at the library. What
were you doing there?” he asked, raising an
eyebrow. He dropped his hand from my arm and
stood there, his blue eyes curious. His brown hair
was disheveled, telling me that he’d gotten up from a
nap recently and was most likely studying.
“I was getting a book on Adolf Hitler,” I replied,
blinking a few times at him. He nodded. “He just
walked up to my table, sat down and hit me with a
bunch of pick-up lines.”
“Do you need me to beat the guy up?” Jeremiah
asked, crossing his arms. He was over protective of
me. He wasn’t a player in high school, the place he’d
been only two years before. He was actually a nice
jock, one who looked over the younger students to
make sure they weren’t being harassed. He was a
peer mediator, too. As you can tell, we’re complete