(VALERIE'S POV)
"Valerie, can you get the last box from downstairs?", my mom asked me as we were standing in my new room. I nodded and put a small smile on my face.
"Of course, mom.", I said, turning to leave the room. I stopped when my dad spoke to me, exiting the bathroom in my room.
"Not so fast, missy. We're in England now. You must call her mum.", my dad joked with a wink. I let a small laugh escape as I turned back around to finish un-packing. My family had just moved into Holmes Chapel, a city in England. My parents were dying to move, and when the opportunity arose, they snatched it up. Not that I minded. It wasn't like I was leaving much behind, except a couple of good friends. I sighed and picked up the last box as I thought about my friends, back in America.
Time to make new friends here, I thought to myself as I climbed back up the stairs and into my room. I walked in to find my dad's arm wrapped around my mom's waist as they observed my room with a smile. I gagged at the sight of seeing them, announcing my presence. I set down the box, and tore it open, excited to see it's contents. My parents joined me as I stared at my old stuffed animals. I smiled down at my old friends, and so did my parents. It's not like I sleep with them or anything. I just keep them around for memories, and sentimental purposes.
"Oh Katherine look at this one!", my dad gawked, holding up an shaggy stuffed puppy to my mom, who was to busy staring at something else.
"Robert!", she shrieked. "Remember Mr. Cuddles?", she asked him, holding up my teddy bear, who was in perfect shape. I wasn't surprised. Mr. Cuddles was always my favorite, and I would never let anything happen to him. I rolled my eyes, trying to hid my blush as I took the toys from their hands and put them back in the box, which I left un-packed. I moved the box into my closet, where I placed it on the floor and pushed it far back.
"Valerie!", my mom scolded. "Why are you hiding them?", she asked, a hint of hurt in her voice. I shrugged.
"I'm in 11th grade, mum.", I explained, putting extra emphasis on mum. "It just seems a bit childish." My mom said nothing, but my dad nodded his head. He always understood a lot better then my mom.
"Dinner in 40.", my mom announced, leaving my room with my dad right behind her. I strode over to my bed and sat down, observing my new room, which I had just finally finished after a week of un-packing. All of my furniture was plain white, allowing my walls to be their bright green without clashing colors.
I laid back onto my bed, and stared up at the ceiling. I closed my eyes for a brief second, until I heard a loud noise outside. I wasn't sure what it was, but I got up out of my bed and made my way over to one of my windows to check it out. I looked around but couldn't find anything. I was about to walk away, when I heard another noise. Curiosity got the best of me, and I quickly jogged downstairs to see what it was. I passed the kitchen where my mom and dad made dinner together, while music was playing. They honestly were really cute together.
I opened the front door and walked outside, my head whipping around to see what the cause of the noise was. My eyes suddenly flew over a boy by the house next to me, lounging on the ground, throwing beer bottles into the street. As he threw another one, I heard a large shattering noise, the one I recognized to be the noise I heard from upstairs in my room.
I wanted to speak up and tell the boy to stop, but I just wasn't like that. I didn't speak up, unless I was in class. I sighed as I walked over to the street, and started picking up the sharp pieces of the broken bottles.
"That's not safe, you know.", a deep, husky voice spoke up, startling me. I jumped a bit, making my self fall down from the crouching position I was in moments ago. I stuck my hand out to catch my fall, and felt a sharp pain in that hand. I winced as a shard of glass penetrated my hand. I pulled it up to observe it, and suddenly felt a large body hovering over.
"What did I tell you?", the same husky voice said. I snapped my head up to yell at the boy, but stopped once I saw him. He was very tall, lean, and handsome. He had chocolate curls, green orbs, and the softest lips I've ever seen. Basically, he was really sexy. He smirked as I stared at him, my mouth open from starting to yell at him.
"Cat got your tongue?", the boy teased, making my head snap back into it. I looked down at the ground and shook my head, wanting him to just go away. When he didn't, I looked up again to see his hand out-stretched towards me. Ignoring it, I struggled to get up, finally managing to get myself stable.
"Wait your hand...", the boy spoke, just now releasing the shard of glass sticking out of my hand. "Let me help you.", he said, reaching out to touch my hand before I pulled it away from him.
"You've done enough, thank you.", I spat back, finally finding my voice. A look of hurt flashed across his face, right before it disappeared again. He stepped closer to me, and I mimicked his motion, stepping back. We continued this until my body hit a wall. He smirked and closed the distance between us, making me scowl.
"Aw don't scowl, love. You look so pretty when you smile.", he sad, grinning at me. This only made my scowl deepen.
"You haven't even seen me smile.", I retorted. The boy's grin widened and he quickly took my hand and pulled the shard out real quickly, causing barely any pain.
"Only in my dreams.", he winked, walking away and into the house next to mine.
YOU ARE READING
Break Through
Romance"Who are you?", I breathed out. The boy's grip around me tightened, and he pulled me into him, so his head could lean down by my ear. "I'm your most beautiful nightmare."
