Anything can happen

19) Family

Thanks to @Shaba_Smith for the book cover (I've posted it on the side) I will be using it soon, but currently using the cover I created.

I woke up in a daze. I looked around my bright white room, one wall covered in wallpaper that was brand new, it shined so vividly. My room is just so perfect and pretty, I thought to myself. I pushed back the floral covers and peered out of the window. There were people jogging past, people walking their dogs and mowing their lawns. I loved this place already. I looked at Matthews house. It was still unbeliavable that he was living opposite me, so I felt like I had to check it was really happening. He had his blinds pulled down in his room, so I assumed he must still be sleeping. I opened my large oak door and headed to the bathroom. The bathroom was perfect, all fresh and clean. Bright white like the rest of the house, with bright teal towels and accessories. I turned on the shower, undressed myself and stepped in. I hummed my favourite songs whilst washing my hair and heard my mum snigger as she walked past. She could tell how happy I was. I suddenly smelt cooking toast and tea. I pushed the shower off, grabbed a towel and dashed to my room. For the past few months I had hated getting dressed, and evidently, I had let myself go. But today, I was a new woman. I was happy, ecstatic for once. I grabbed my favourite acidic blue jeans and my treasured grey blouse. I let it hang loosely over the jeans. I piled my hair on top of my head in a messy bun and admired it, I placed my favourite bow hairclip in the centre. I moisturised my face and grabbed my makeup bag out of the last unpacked box. It seemed as if there was dust on it, I hadn't worn makeup in so long. I was so unhappy back then. I grabbed all of my favourite cosmetics and applied them. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror and bounded downstairs to my family.

My sister was sitting at the dining table scoffing some brightly coloured cereal. Food here was so cool and different from England! My dad was reading a car magazine, also at the table whilst my mum slaved away cooking bacon and toast. I ran over to help her. As I ran in everyone looked up at me and smiled.

'Oh Cassie, we are just so glad that you're back to your usual self. You seem so energetic and happy again' Said my dad.

'I know dad, I'm sorry I've been so miserable lately. But I promise, I'm happy again now! Thanks so much for moving us to Canada' I said, and ran up and hugged him.

He was taken by surprise, I never showed him much affection. 'Oh Cass, If moving to Canada means you'll be happy, I would of done it months ago, I love you honey' He said, kissing the top of my head.

The rest of the day I was beaming around the house, with effortless smiles. Everything was perfect. I went to bed with a smile on my face, once again.

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The week had flown by, the house was finished, after many trips to the local store that sold paint and such things. It was strange learning all the new names for shops, it was so different in England. I had met a few more neighbours and once again, their accents fascinated me. But here, everyone seemed fascinated by our british accents! It was so amusing, I really did love it here. Matthew had gone away on a weekend trip a few days ago, I missed him so much but as soon as he came back he didn't bother going home, he knocked on my door and surprised me with flowers. It was like being in a movie, he was so perfect and sweet. Today I was going round his house, I probably shouldn't be nervous as it was only across the street, but we had met the majority of our neighbours. But not his family yet. They seemed like private people, and I'm not going to lie they intimidate me and I've not even heard anything about them! I was dressed in my woollen tights, a thick jumper dress, chelsea boots and a thick fur coat. It was absolutely freezing here, although I loved the winter, this was pretty harsh. The snow had even started falling. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, I walked a couple of steps, crossed the thin road and I was there. I had no time to think on my journey to his house, it took a matter of seconds. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. It towered above me, even though I was pretty tall for a girl. I looked at the flowers in the front garden. They were bright and well cared for, even in this weather. I was still staring around the garden when the front door opened. A short, tubby man wearing jeans and a shirt opened it. He had some greyish stubble and was holding a newspaper. He looked so relaxed, his demeanor even reminded me of santa claus. He ushered me inside, I wondered why he wasn't talking but I realised he was chewing on something. He swallowed and began to speak;