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Melissa had believed today was the day that she would finally be rid of this place and to a new one. She didn't want to stay there any longer. Her step-mother constantly telling her that she isn't worth even looking at really pains her. It breaks her heart and it makes her feel she should just stay inside her room and put a brow paper bag over her head. Looking down at the wooden ground that hurt her back every time she had slept on it sharing her bed with her other step sisters. "Isn't this abuse?" She kept asking herself this, looking over at the packed up bags in the corner of the room.

Her father was always working and she lived in the suburbs, country side. How the heck was she going to cope with the brand new environment. Looking over at the spot on her bag she aimlessly wiped it off. Running her hand through her hair she walked over to the bathroom and cleaned herself up and washed her face. Washing her hair in the process she dried it with a towel and threw the towel in the laundry hamper. Walking inside of her room she put on some shorts, a tank-top, and a plaid shirt and left it unbuttoned.

Grabbing her bags she threw them in her truck. Her father had given it to her on her 17th birthday, even if her stepmother did not approve of her having one. Tying her hair up in a ponytail, she grabbed her keys and the next thing she was doing was driving to the destination. Once she had gotten to the dorms, would park her truck in the driveway a little bit far away from the dorms. Grabbing her bags and the key to the room, she started to head inside the building. Looking for the room she finally found it.

Sighing she took a deep breath, she new this place was a little bigger than her one story house back at home. Sucking up all the air in her lungs she unlocked the door with her key and opened it at a slow pace. Stopping dead at the door she looking around the castle like place she never seen anything like it before, the outside might have been at higher stands than her house, the inside was even higher than any other house she has been in. She continued to walk inside looking over st the beautiful paintings on the walls.

Her house had nothing on the walls it was mostly made of wood, the walls were usually either a green or a light pink, it was horrifyingly hideous to her but, she didn't complain because, it was still a house at the end of the day. Escaping her thoughts she started to to walk towards one of the paintings and she starred at it with awe. She was finally going to be away from that place, she was truthfully happy.

Walking towards what looked like the place the bedrooms could be. She walked up to the door and after a few moments of taking deep breath she open the door gently. Finally, she wouldn't be the one to be share a be and sleep on a wooden floor. Her bedroom had look like those bedrooms on those magazines. She sat her bags by her bed and jumped in it, hoping this all wasn't a dream.