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Description: you move from Brentwood to Freeridge, it's a huge adjustment. Your don't know about about speaking Spanish so your offered help.
Warnings: swearing
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I packed the last of my things and looked around my now empty room. I couldn't believe this was happening, I couldn't believe that I was moving from Brentwood, leaving all my friends, my life and moving to shitty Freeridge. From what I heard you had more chance being shot then graduating from high school. I closed my suitcase and stood up making my way out of my room and down the stairs stopping just before the bottom, my mom stood in the entrance by the front door. She stood watching the movers move the boxes a different things.
"This is bullshit" I crossed by arms drawing my moms attention.
"Y/n" she said softly as I took my steps down.
"Why should we move to Freeridge" I shook my head.
"You know why" she took some steps closer to me pushing my hair out my face. She's right, the reason that we were moving was because of my dad. He decided to screw his twenty something secretary (I know a cliché right?), my mom found out even forgave him but he decided nope and just left taking everything so that he could start a new life with the blow up doll secretary. My parents weren't married so my mom got nothing off him, she didn't even ask him for anything, she doesn't believe money buys happiness, but what about safety it can buy that.
"I promise you y/n Freeridge isn't that bad" she smiled looking down at me, only taller because of her heels. "Plus you'll have a friend straight away, my friend has a son your age"
"The one that got shot?" I pulled back, my mom let out a sigh.
"Yes but that won't happen to you" I gave her a really look but she just turned to look back at the movers.
After two hours of driving we finally pulled up in front of our new house and let's just say it was a huge difference. Our old house was two stories and rather big, this house in the comparison wasn't even half the size and was only one story.
"This is it?" I asked looking over at my mom as we got out the car.
"Yeah isn't it cute" she smiled walking towards the house, the movers had already started to move everything in. I turned looking around the neighbourhood, some neighbours were stood looking over at us, I forced a smile before turning and making my way towards the house. Inside the house was plain, all the walls were the same colour no difference. I let out a sigh walking past what I guessed would be the living room and making my way to the back of the house towards where I think the kitchen would be. I was right. My mom was stood by the backside propping it open.
"Let some fresh air in" she smiled over at me as a mover walked in with a box labelled kitchen. "Thank you" she said walking over to the box and started to unpack it. "Why don't you go and start to unpack your room" I didn't say anything I just turned and left, only releasing that I actually didn't know which one was my room.
"Which ones mine?" I called as I made towards the rooms.
"The ones with your boxes obviously" my mom laughed from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes stepping into the right bedroom, my room was the one nearest the back garden. There was two windows, one into the back garden and another at the side of the house. I sighed as I sat down and started to unpack everything.
Two hours passed of unboxing and placing everything away, the only thing that was really getting me through it was my music. I sat in my bed placing framed pictures of me and my old friends down, a sadness washing over me.
"Y/n!" I heard my mom yell.
"Yeah?" I called looking towards my door. I got no reply, I let out a sigh standing up and making my way towards my door pulling it open. "Yeah?" I questioned again sticking my head out being able to see from my room to the living room.
"Come here" she signalled for me to make my way over to her. I let out a sigh pulling my door more open and making my way over to her. In front of her stood a woman similar to age as my mom, a smile on her face. Next to her was a boy similar to my age, shorter then me.
"It's so good to meet you" the woman took a step forward pulling me into a hug.
"Ugh hi" I looked over at my mom who smiled at me.
"Oh sorry I'm Geny, I've heard so much about you from your mom" she looked over at my mom. This must be my moms old friend, they used to be best friends in high school till my mom left for university. "And this is my son Ruby" she placed a hand on his shoulder, the boy looked up at me with a smile, obviously feeling as awkward as me. "Anyway I just though we'd say hello, and Ruby said he'd show you round the high school when you start" Ruby looked up at his mom surprised by this. "Right Ruby?" She gave the boy a stern look.
"Yeah that's right" again the boy forced a smile.
"Thanks" I forced a smiled as well.
"Well we'd better go and let you get settled but don't be strangers" Geny seemed very friendly and welcoming.
"See I told you it's okay here" my mom said as soon and Geny and Ruby had gone. I didn't say anything in reply I just walked back to my room.
I spent the last couple of day's within my room binge watching Netflix, it was all I could do considering I didn't know anyone here. My mom has tried to get me to hang out with Ruby but I decided against it as he didn't seem a big fan of me.
