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Katherine’s POV- diary

My name is Katherine Cole. My mom bought me this stupid diary because she wanted me to write down my feelings in it. My mom obviously doesn’t know me at all. Right now I am in our Chrysler Mini-van headed for our new house in South Carolina.
I used to live in Detroit, but I got mixed in with the wrong people. Lauren Williams and I (we’re best friends) were the tough girls on our block; we both have black belts in six different types of Marshal Arts and one in street fighting.
One day the local crack dealer tried to jump us but we beat him to the punch, it was to bad the man was seventy-five. Lauren and I didn’t know he was seventy-five and had a bad back, all that matter to us is that his six-inch switchblade didn’t end up near our necks.
So after they figured out we accidentally killed the poor guy, they sentenced us both to six months in juvy. Lauren and I took juvy like one big fight; and no way were we going to lose. Lauren and I worked harder then anyone else in that hell whole and damn it we came out bigger and better then the rest, but I will always hate myself for killing that man.

My mom wants me to write about myself and see how I change; my mom is completely delirious.
I am 5’6’ and have brown hair with blue eyes. I am a bit on the skinny side because I was a heck of a dedicated swimmer before I became a juvenile delinquent. I like to listen to any music really. I like the used, MCR, paramore, boys like girls, the red jumpsuit apparatus, flyleaf, simple plan, three days grace, dragon force, ACDC, all American rejects, fall out boy, cute is what we aim for, and more that I don’t feel like listing.
I also like to draw and write music. I have a guitar and cello that I play a lot; it feels good when I play them. It just feels normal.
I had three brothers, two younger and one older. They were coming home from a hockey game when the engine in my uncle’s car exploded killing them and my uncle; I was nine.

But back to why I am moving to South Carolina. My parents felt that I needed to get away from all the bad attention I was getting once I got out of juvy, they also thought that the farther away I was from Lauren the better.
So now here I am pulling into our new driveway at number 5 Ocean Park.
My mom unbuckles her seatbelt and turns around to look at me,
“Well, take a good look at it, because this is your new home.” She said happily.
“This place will never be my home, even if I die here.” I replied coolly. Then my dad fiercely unbuckled his seatbelt and whipped around,
“Don’t you talk back to your mother like that! Ever since you came back all you have been is one big bitch! We are here because of you, so you better make the best out of this or we will send you back!”
“If you don’t talk to me I wont talk to you,” I said and unbuckled my seatbelt grabbed my backpack and suitcase then hopped out of the car and walked strait to the house.
The house was like an old mansion like you see in movies, but smaller and less creepy. As I walked in the front door and looked around all you could see was a chandelier, a big spiral staircase, two hallways leading into two bigger rooms, and an office with glass door hanging in front of it. Not know where to go or what to do; I just trudged up the staircase to look for bedrooms.
On the way down here my mom said that I could chose which bedroom I wanted, and that there were three. So I dropped my stuff in the middle of the long hallway and poked my head into every door on the upper floor. I found two of the bedrooms but I couldn’t find the third, which made me think that it was going to be the best one. I couldn’t find it, and decided to look for it later instead I took to checking out all the rooms upstairs. I counted seven doors in the upstairs hallway, the first two were completely empty the walls were white and there were no closets or windows. I started to think these rooms were for holding captives during the civil war because the rooms were duller than dead people. The next two doors were the bedrooms. They both had closets and windows overlooking the pool in the backyard, the walls were painted different colors with beautiful designs drawn across the wall. I liked one of them it was purple, white, and black. The base was purple with swirls of white and black, I liked the room but I couldn’t stand my room being next to my parents. The next door was the bathroom; it was big with a bathtub and shower put together. The walls were tan and everything else was white. I had to cross the hall to get to the next door it was a room overlooking the front yard, it had a bunch of exercise machines and a television set in the corner. I saw a note on the closest machine and took it off and read it,
Dear Cole Family,
We hope that you like our house! I also hope you enjoy our exercise machines. We had to leave them for we could not take them with us, and we couldn’t use them anyway. I sincerely hope you find yourselves at home!
Nancy Penning
I read the note over three times to make sure I got what Nancy was saying, then threw it on the floor and left.
There was only one door left, it was the door at the end of the hallway. The door was painted a light shade of blue and the paint looked to be peeling away. I looked at the door the reached for the handle and opened it. It was a small closet area; there were shelves and drawers that were as empty and gloomy as the rooms across the hall; the only difference was that this closet was the same light blue as the door. I walked in and turned on the light, how could this be just a closet? I asked myself, I knew that there were three bedrooms, how come I only found two? I looked around then found it; there was a door. It was lighter than the wall and almost invisible, I looked at the handle that was also painted blue. I didn’t know whether to open it or leave it, but I took the chance anyway. I opened the door and breathed in the most intoxicating aroma, it was a mixture of dust, mold, and vanilla. I reached around the door to look for a light switch and found it. I switched on the lights and looked around, it was perfect. The room was circular with a square room connected to it. There was a staircase in the corner and as I looked up I realized there was no ceiling over the circular part of my new room, but over the square part. The walls were painted a darker blue than the closet area and door, but it matched perfectly. I looked around on the floor and saw candles spread out in pairs of threes and twos,
“That’s where the vanilla smell comes from,” I said aloud to myself.
I walked around the room and tried to figure out where I was going to put my bed and dressers when I heard my mom call for me,
“Katherine! Did you find a nice room?” I heard her coming up the stairs so I quickly ran out of my room and closed the door.
“Yeap mom I found one!” I said leaning against my door.
“Well let me see it!” She said reaching for the door handle.
“NO! I-I mean I want to put my things in it and-uh-clean it up first!” I said smiling weakly.
“Okay,” she said looking at me suspiciously, “Well once your done I am going to see it, promise?” she said sticking out her hand.
“Promise,” I said rolling my eyes and taking her hand. She turned around and walked into the room of dullness, and I quietly grabbed my things from the middle of the hallway and carried them into my room.
I brought them in a dropped them in the closet area because it had almost no dust in there, then I opened the actual door to my new room and walked in. I first started by picking up all the candles; I counted thirty-seven candles not including the five others that were completely burned out. So I threw them all into the corner and looked around, the places where the candles were had left circles of dust.
Then I looked around and saw where my footprints had moved the dust too. So I walked back to my stuff and pulled out my moms shark vacuum cleaner (my mom didn’t have any room left in her suitcase so I had to take it.) So I found the nearest outlet and plugged it in and turned it on and started vacuuming all the dust away.
After I had finished cleaning I looked around, I had hard wood flooring in my room. I stood there then realized I needed to make sure no one thinks that this is just a closet so I went into my bag and pulled out my sketch pad, I drew on it Kat’s Room in big bold letters. I drew hearts, stars, skulls, and lightening bolts all around it and made it look like I had used spray paint. Then I took some tape and stuck it to the closet area door (not my real door). I admired the look then went back into my closet area grabbed all my things and took them into my real room.
I set my things down and started to unpack, I took out all my clothes and laid them in piles according to what they were. Then I took out all my music, my iPod, my cell phone, and laptop out f my backpack and set them down in the square part of my room. I took my cello, guitar, and art supplies, but I didn’t know where to put them, so I decided to take the time to look up in the staircase. I walked up the staircase and looked around, there was a desk, some chairs, two lamps, a drawing table, and another note. Before I read it I looked up and saw light streaming down from the corner of the ceiling. I looked up and saw a window, a small window at the top of the ceiling. The light was gleaming down and stopped right at the note, so I picked it up and read aloud,
Dear Cole Family,
We hope you enjoy our house! My husband was an artist and he loved to draw and play music, he had to leave these things because at our new retirement home we could not bring them. We hope you enjoy what we have left you!
Nancy Penning
I wonder what else these people have left us, and I hope it is more things from the husband because from what I could tell; he was a cool guy.
I went back down the staircase grabbed my all my musical and art things then brought them up and placed them exactly where the old man who lived here probably did.
Then I noticed another door in the corner below the window; I walked over to it and opened it. There was another staircase, like a super spiral staircase one of those staircases that go around and around in a circular motion until you reach the top. So I started to climb the staircase and when I got to the top, another door. So I opened the door and fresh air and sunlight filled me up almost instantly. I blinked a while then my vision became clear, there was a balcony. My room had a balcony. I looked around and saw three plants that were very much alive, and a metal thing that stopped you from falling. I looked around in amazement and thought if only Lauren was here to see this.

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