Mr Hood

New Begininnings

Hayden's P.O.V

"Why do we have to move?" I complained from the back seat of my car.

"We do" my mom answered me and I scowled.

I had lived in my hometown my whole life and now my mom was hauling me and my brother Ashton miles to our new home in Washington.

I hadn't wanted to move at all, I was leaving my friends behind, I was leaving my school behind and most painful of all I was leaving my house behind.

"This sucks" I said

"Shut up Hayes" Ashton said as he turned around from the front seat.

"You shut up big head!" I said to him.

Ashton was a pain in my head, he was so loud and annoying and he thought he was great because he was two years older.

"Just stop acting like a baby" he said

"Shut the fuck up!" I said to him

"Hayden Willow Irwin!" My mother said to me and I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever" I said as I looked out the window.

I was still annoyed. It had taken me a long time to make friends in high school and I wasn't looking forward to repeating it all over again. I put my headphones in and rested my head against the window.

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"Wake up" I heard as I was shook awake.

I grumbled as I swatted the person away. I heard a slap and a groan.

"Jesus you ass!" I heard and I opened my eyes slowly.

"What a sight to be woken up to" I said as I seen my big brother standing over me.

"Be grateful" he said and I rolled my eyes as I sat up.

I rubbed my eyes and unbelted myself. I shooed Ashton away as I got out of the car.

"Moms inside" he said "it looks nice"

"Its not home" I grumbled as I stood out and looked at the house.

I hated to admit it, the house was nice. It was a two storey with paned windows and a shiny wooden door. My mother always had a love for the vintage style and this house was in it.

I wrapped my arms around myself and kept staring at the house. Ashton walked forward and up the steps and towards the front door.

I was bitter. I had seemed like a child for not wanting to move but the real reason was much deeper. It had seemed like when we left we were leaving our old life behind.

"Think of it as a new beginning" my mother had said.

By leaving our old house I felt like we were leaving the memory of my dad and I didn't want that. I felt guilty, I almost felt like we were leaving him behind too.

He had died little over a year ago and it had shook my whole family apart. I had become distant, I was uninterested in everything and I didn't feel alive.

If I knew one thing was certain from moving here it was that it would take a lot to make me feel alive again.