What do you think about the second chapter in my story?

Hello!! I have my first chapter posted about on my profile as another question. this is the second one!!

Chapter 2

After we got off the plane, dad had his limo (Can you believe it!!!) drive us to our new home. If you can even call it a home. I bet it’s going to come crashing down when we’re all fast asleep. Dad says this house “is just a beauty! Can you believe I actually got my hands on something like this?” Well, there probably wasn’t a long waiting list, but I wasn’t going to say it.

“Come on Neila! Try to find the good in all this,” My mom lectures from behind one of the many boxes laying around the old mansion my dad just had to buy.

I mean seriously, out of all the beautiful houses in Miami, my dad had to buy the oldest, dustiest, and ugliest one. With his new wage, he could’ve afforded something much nicer, “I would if this move had any good in it,” I mutter as I carry my own box up to my room.

Tatum, (my obnoxious little brother. Yes it’s Neila and Tatum, the worst names in the history of names, I know,) had no problem with the house. Actually, he was very pleased with his huge room. Plus my dad just bought him a brand new Xbox 360, so of course he’s not going to complain.

I, on the other hand, have a list already started. For one, my room is so filthy it’s going to take a millennium to just get rid of all the dust and spider webs (Eeek! I HATE spiders, BTW). And I just don’t have that time. School starts on Monday, and I’m so not looking forward to my senior year at a new school. And two, I have the tiniest closet! There’s absolutely no way I’m going to fit all my clothes in that tiny space! I mean, I could probably have me and my mom stand in it, shoulder to shoulder, that’s how small it is.

“I just want to go home, to New Jersey,” I said to myself in the silence of my new room.

I finish cleaning my room and unpacking my stuff by 10, so I decide to check out Tatum’s room.
“Hey dork,” he responds well to that name, “What are you doing?”
“What’s it look like I’m doing?” He responds, not taking his eyes off of the TV. He was playing Xbox. Shocker.

I take a closer look around his room. Everything is pretty much in the same order as our old house. Except it’s way roomier. Even the closet, “That’s SO not fair! Your closet is so much bigger!! I’m the girl I should get this room!”

“Oh well, deal with it,” wow, what a little brat.

I walk down the stairs and down the hall to my parents’ bedroom. I peek my head in just in case they had decided to break in the new bed. (eesh!) “Mom? Dad?”

“Yes honey?” My mom asked, walking out of their bathroom.
“Why is Tatum’s room so much bigger than mine? I mean, I’m the oldest! Shouldn’t I get the bigger room?” I tried my best not to sound like a whining ten year old, but I’m not sure I succeeded at that attempt.

“Neila, your brother’s room was originally a boy’s room. Yours was originally a girl’s room. That’s why you have that one and Tatum has the other.”

“How in the world was that room a boy’s room when the closet is triple the size of mine?” Now I was sounding like a little brat. Oh well, my mom deserved it for sticking me in a room with the closet the size of me.

“Neila don’t start with me. The room you have is yours. Just deal with it,” she sounded exhausted.

I left the room without another word. That’s just stupid! They can’t just give me my room just because it was a girl’s room before. Times have changed. This house is, like, a hundred years old! Ugh…parents are just overrated. I cannot wait until I’m 18. Then I can get out of this stupid old house.

After ranting around my room I decided to get some sleep for the night. I wanted to go shopping for school tomorrow. There’s no way my New Jersey wardrobe was going to cut it here in Miami. Especially considering the weather.

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I wake up the next morning with my head pulsating. I feel like my brains going to explode out of my ears! That was, by far, the scariest dream in the history of dreams.