Forever Changed - By Jamie Gibson Page 0,5

had the same dark brown hair, the same pale skin, and we all had the same serious look on our faces.

Our eyes were the only thing that made the pictures stand out. Each of us had the brightest blue eyes; anyone would think that they had been photo shopped. In my case, they thought I had custom made contacts, which is far from the truth.

The house is set up to where only a blood child may have the house at their disposal, once their father passed away of course. So, each father has passed the house down to their son and each building onto it.

My father has built quite a bit. I have more than one room, all connected to my bedroom. My father had built what rooms he wanted, and he had put up a huge wall to block off most of the mansion. The only way in was through a door with a skeleton key.

I have been through the whole mansion a few times, but did not enjoy it. Let’s just say that my grandfathers had a very warped imagination. So my father turned one side of the huge mansion into a small mansion, just for the three of us.

The unusual thing though, is that I am the only blood female within the family. This is a shock to my father and all he can say is that “Something amazing has happened.” I have never asked what he was talking about. Usually, my being the only female gets brought up when my father has a discussion on our family history. Even my grandfather was dumbfounded, from what my father told me, when they found out I was a girl. It is up to me however, to have the next child, so they can become heir to our mansion. This may be difficult to accomplish.

When my father built on to the mansion, he had first built on his own studio or study, which ever you want to call it. I intend to find it, so that I can dig up what is so special about “our kind” as my father had said.

My room was unique. Not only had my father built me a bathroom and a bedroom, each side of my bed has a door. However, the doors are not visible unless someone knows they are there.

On the left side of my bed that door leads into a huge room; my studio is what I call it. My studio is where I hang all the

photos that I have taken, the walls and ceilings are covered in photos.

I take pictures of everything. In the last month or so, all I have been taking pictures of is the waterfall, which is about two miles behind our house. I am attracted to this waterfall, but have no idea why when I go for a walk, I end up right at that waterfall. It’s creepy in a way that is if you ask my opinion.

Once you go into my studio, there is another door in the back. That door leads to my dark room. You didn’t actually think that I would be a photographer and not develop my own pictures did you?

This room is about the size of a kitchen, with shelves and shelves of chemicals and tools that I need to develop my pictures. My dark room is my escape. I love seeing what comes out in pictures because sometimes you can never tell.

The door on the right side of my bed leads to my entertainment room. This room has a huge desk, so that I may write; work

on the computer and such. There are bookcases that surround the whole room. Most of the books are about witches, angels, vampires, werewolves, demons, and most are nonfiction; I find them very fascinating. I do have other books, but most are horror and a few fantasies.

I do not own books that are romance or anything to do with romance, I find it’s overrated. Besides, I believe that sex should stay between you, that other person and the four walls where it was performed. I am not going to read about someone’s love life when I do not believe in it. The whole ‘they live happily ever after’ is a crock of shit. My own parent’s relationship has proven that to me.

I have a huge black leather couch in the center, with a table that holds my laptop, so that I may be comfortable when reading or working. I have a 64’ flat screen TV,