Your mom had died a month ago. You only had her scarf. It was dark red and still had the scent of her. Your dad on the otherhand had brought a new lady home everyday, until one day, he came in your room happily

Dad: "Pack your things! We're going to Los Angeles!"

before you could say anything he went out. You started packing your things, because you knew dad never lies. After a few hours you were on a doorstep to an mansion. You entered whilst following your dad. The mansion was big. That happened a week ago. You still dont feel like home. You feel like you dont belong here. Your stepsis Juliette, often treats you in a bit hateful way. Your stepmom doesnt care much about you. Your dad is focusing on your stepmom. The only who asks about your day is your overprotective stepbrother Max.