We finally ended the journey. And now, we were going to out new house. I was excited but kept wondering about it. Mom never loved well-decorated and extra-ordinary houses. But Dad did. This house was chosen by dad. Obviously it would be great.

Dad parked the car in the garage. As I stood up and came out, my phone, which laid in my lap the whole time, fell down. I picked it up to check if the screen was broken. Of course, it was. After all, It fell from a huge girl's lap. Dad was astounded at this.
"I told you dad, you're daughter is of no use." Zain spoke with a smirk. Uh, he's full of shit.

Dad guided me to my room. I opened the door. My mouth opened. My room was amazing. Just like a dream come true. I love you, dad.

After changing my clothes, I sat on my bed anf started listening my favorite song.

Look at me now, I'm falling
Can't even talk, still stuttering
All I wanna be
And all I ever wanna be
Is Somebody to you

I loved listening to The Vamps. I visited their concert once when I was 12 and I fainted. That's the reason everyone thinks of me as a weirdo. I'm not that weird, am I?

I went to the living room where everyone else sat. We had guests coming over. Dad was reading a newspaper about terrorism here and Zain sat on the couch with his laptop on the table, busy on Blogger. I saw mom washing dishes and cleaning the kitchen from the serving window. I went to her and asked her for something to eat. She gave me some Oatmeal cookies. I loved them. Back in the lounge, I heard dad saying," So, tomorrow, you both are going to school. No phones or laptops. It's enough. You both have to study hard for your future." On the way to Pakistan, I had forgot about the concept of going to school. Zain didn't hear dad, he had headphones on. "Zain!" Dad pulled off his headphones. "What now?" He asked. "Didn't you hear what I just said?". Dad was going ape. "No I didn't!" Zain said. He had tears in his eyes. How cute. Finally, he got the punishment of being rude to me. He left the room wiping his tears off. I followed him.

He was in his room, crying. Why did he cry on such a small thing? Something's fishy. I thought. I opened the door and went inside. He laid on his bed, upside down, with the pillow on his head. "Huh." I mumbled. He brought his eye out to see. But didn't say anything. I went out leaving him behind. After all, what he did with me could not be forgotten.