I finally swung the front door open after several attempts to hold onto the box I was carrying. But finally it was open and I quickly rushed inside. Immediately, a strange overpowering smell hits me and I fumble backwaed.

"You'll get used to the smell." My aunt yells from the car, "It's good for the soul. "

Did she just say whatever this smell was, is good for the soul? Now I KNOW she's crazy. Shaking my head, I walk further into the room, making sure I breathe through my mouth and not my nose.

Once I leave the door, I quickly enter the living-room, where a large couch sits across from a television which also hung above the brick fireplace. The walls were painted a soft brown, and the room, if it weren't for the smell, would have felt calm and inviting. Instead, I felt utterly and completely un-welcome.

I went through another hallway, opening and closing several doors along the way. I backtrack back into one of the spare bedrooms and call it my temporary home. I drop my box on the twin bed and leave the room. Not caring that the room was all black and white. Who paints their walls white if they don't have to? I guess once I bring in my stuff and change the sheets it'll feel more at home. But I guess I won't have to deal with it for long, I'll be out of this place soon enough.

Running back to the car, I grab a box and bring it back to the room. I continue this process until everything I owned was stuffed in the room I picked. Then it was time for decorating.

After three hours of unpacking, every item of clothing was tucked neatly away in either a drawer or hung up in the closet next to my bed. My books where set in a small three foot bookshelf next to my bed which served as my nightstand. I sighed and plopped back down on my bed not knowing what else to do.

"Emmy!"

"Yeah?" I call back, confused as to why my name would be called.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" My aunt asks or rather yells back.

"No thanks!"

"Okay hun, how about we go out. We can go to Applebee's." Her voice was quieter now, and seemed close. Like she was standing just outside of the door.

Maybe going out and keeping my mind off my parents wouldn't be so bad. And besides, what could go wrong. But what would I eat? I can't just eat spinach and artichoke dip. Maybe they have something else there that isn't dead animals.

"Sure." I reply, "Just let me grab my purse and we can go."