Moving to Utah is the last think y/n ever wanted to do, but her worst nightmare came true. After the tragic death of her mom. Y/n, her brother Simon and her dad all move to Utah for a fresh start.
Making friends was never that easy. What about Frene...
Pebbles crunch under our feet as we take the short cut to school. Of course, it had to be a Monday. Michaels arm is wrapped around my shoulder as our body occasionally bump into each others while we kick pebbles.
I sigh, pausing and resting my legs for a minute. I squat down, picking up a pebble that has a ladybug resting on it. The ladybug crawls on my finger, making me tense up.
Squatting down with me, Michael picks the ladybug up by it's shell and places it on the fence, giggling like a child as he flicks it into the railroad.
A gasp escapes from my lips, my hand instantly moves to my heart for a more dramatic effect. Michael laughs at my reaction.
"Seriously, Mike, your not funny," I huff, sitting up and dusting off my legs from any dirt that might've gotten on me.
"If I'm so not funny, how come you laugh at my jokes? Hm?" He wiggles his eyebrows, teasing me for the millionth time already.
I roll my eyes, continuing to walk to the dreaded place called High School. Michael follows after me like a lost puppy. He complains that I'm moving to fast.
I block out Michaels complaints and let my thoughts drift to how the day can go. Ever since me and Mike got together, things have been going great. No drama, no issues, and surprisingly, Zane has been keeping away from us. Though, Zara and I became friends again, which is good.
Still, school being the most hated thing I've ever hated, definitely has not been good. We've gotten so many surprise tests and quizzes, and so much homework, you don't want to even look at my desk.
Overtime, I've quitted all the bad things in my life. Being at home for me wasn't necessarily helping with my mental health, so I'd sleep over at Mike's most of the time.
Although, since life can never give me a goddamn break, those thoughts of Something bad is going to happen or They all hate you still remain in my head, not wanting to leave.
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The familiar building shows in sight, causing a groan to escape from Michael. I look over to him, seeing him slouching, his facial expression looking dry and annoyed.
I pat his back, bringing my lips together to form a line. "It's just another day," I say, holding his hand, hoping to bring him comfort.
