When a Hug Isn't Comfortable

Chapter Three

The house was in South Salem New York. It was up a hill, and there was a two-part driveway, with an island of land in the middl. There were woods on either side.
To get up to the front of the house, there was a stone pathway and if you wanted to approach the house a different way, there was a rock stairway leading up to the same place that the pathway lead to. Right in front of the door, there was a little bridge, that was made to look like a dock for a boat. The door was painted bright orange.
The house was made to look like Noahs Ark, though,I couldn’t see in any way how our house looked like that.
It was a new house, but it was made of wood from really old barns, so therefore, the house kind of looked like a barn. The outside was paneled, and it was painted a greyish blue. The inside was just old wood.  
More than half of the house was made up of the living room. It had a VERY high ceiling, and it was also just very wide. In the other half of the house, there was what was to be my moms music room, a kitchen, a dining room, an upstairs, which had my brothers room, my room, a closet, and a bathroom, and then there was a furnished basement, which was where my mom slept.  
As cool as the house was, I didn’t feel ready to call it home.
It took me a while to get it in my brain that my parents were getting divorced. Every morning I would wake up and forget what had happened. I thought it was all a dream. I really wish it was.  
I needed somebody to talk to. I didn’t feel comfortable talking to my parents, and my brother thought that this was all really cool because we got to move into a new house. I needed someone who understood how I felt, and I didn’t have someone like that.