Zeta - If I was in charge

I clench my large machete in my sore hands, the dark woods have an airy feeling about them. I see light. I start to suspiciously make my way towards the gloomy house, light poured through the windows into the dark woods. 

I place my machete into my tight belt. 

I lightly knock on the door and walk into my cold damp house. 

If I was in charge, I would move to New York and be a famous actress, and have a cool social life. But sadly that’s not the case......