🎧'Stupid Girl – Garage

You had to leave your city, your friends, your school, your habits, and basically your entire life behind to move into the house of your mother's new and supposedly great husband, Douglas Littman.

"It's going to be amazing, truly. I know how hard this is for you," your mother said, driving with that irritatingly optimistic smile.

No, she had no idea how difficult this was for you.

You didn't want to change your life. You didn't want a "stepfather" or to be surrounded by people whose existence revolves around black cards and Sunday brunches. That was simply not you.

But, of course, you had no choice.

"Wonderful, isn't it?" Your mother comments cheerfully, as if she doesn't notice you're about to vomit from anxiety and hatred. She seems to care more about this new version of her life... and about Douglas.

He comes to greet you with that overly white smile, too soft speech, and forced friendliness. An uncomfortable show, the kind that makes you feel embarrassed just by being near.

You carry your bags upstairs, trying to understand where you are, the strange silence too intense for a house with so many people.

Okay, the house is gorgeous, too perfect even. But there's nothing there to comfort you. Nothing familiar.

You miss your crooked bed, your noisy friends, your ground burned from trying to smoke weed with your best friend in the first year of high school.

Until your stomach makes a noise, reminding you that you didn't have breakfast.

You walk until you find the kitchen — which looks more like a cooking show set — and start rummaging through the huge, excessively cold fridge.

That's when you hear the voice.

"Hungry?" A female, unfamiliar voice invades your ear.

You turn in surprise. She's there. Standing at the kitchen counter, with pink highlights in her light brown hair and a sarcastic smile.

Oh, great. Your mother forgot to mention that Douglas had a daughter.