<span style="font-size: 12px">Quinn was silent as her father and Mariana spoke back and forth. She peered around, surveying what she could of the house as they ascended a staircase to the next level. Her father separated from the two characters and turned right down a hallway that must have led to where Victoria’s bedroom was. As her and Mariana approached a bathroom from a different direction, she breathed a small sigh of relief, thankful that her fathers room would be nowhere near her own. Unfortunately, it appeared as though Mariana was the one that had drawn the short straw, having the bedroom on the other side of hers and across from the bathroom. <i>Hope she’s got ear plugs,</i> the teenager half-joked to herself. Back in New York, Quinn had made a habit out of bringing other women back to their apartment more frequently than she cared to admit. Her father was often too busy or at work to notice, but before he’d met Victoria he had also been involved in quite a similar habit. <br/>
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When they entered the bedroom that she would soon call her own, Quinn’s eyebrows raised and she let out a breath in disbelief. <b>“This room is almost as big as our old apartment,”</b> she said aloud, to no one in particular. She was particularly drawn to a lofted bay window that overlooked the front of their house’s yard. She crossed the room slowly and sat her backpack down between the two decorative pillows on the cushioned window seat. The woman allowed her new step-sister to give her the tour of her room. She supposed that she could have gotten used to living in a bigger space. Back home, she and her father were practically living on top of each other, at times. Quinn had often found herself wondering when they would finally move out of that tiny complex. <br/>
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Quinn scratched the back of her head and turned from Mariana back to the bedroom. <b>“It’s…different,” </b>she murmured. It wasn’t the worst thing to move into, but Quinn was still bitter that they’d moved at all. The sound of a large truck pulling up caught her attention and the raven-haired girl cast her brown eyes towards the window. The movers had finally arrived. She turned to face her new step-sister again, expression blank. <b>“Welp. I better go get my shit. They charge by the hour...”</b>  Mariana didn’t seem like the type to let her and her father struggle with moving the boxes in on their own, however, Quinn wasn’t about to go out of her way to <i>ask</i> for her assistance. The woman only wanted to get her unpacking over with so that she could be bitter in the privacy of her new room.  </span>