Met My Chance

Chapter 1

Chapter 1: These two pains in the arse.

Kiera's POV:

"This is the place, Kiddo."

My dad's abrupt voice snaps me out of my daydreams, making me pause my music from my iPhone and pull my headphones down to rest around my neck. I stare out of my window and watch as we pull up into the driveway of our new home.

Wow, this is not what I was expecting.

I have lived in England my whole life, never moving school nor house. Even when we went on holidays, we never went anywhere outside of Europe. Because of that, my imagination had to run wild as I had no one idea what living here was going to be like.

On the way here, the sky was like any other day. The traffic moved like normal. A new city yet old motifs. These things seem to follow me around. We drove quite a while off the motorway but not too long.

California wasn't exactly what the movies tell you, bustling crowds and commotion were what made up the city.

I get out of the car and stare at the house.

The house is rather large and stands at a decent height of two stories. The patio is spacious and spotless, as though freshly put in place. It has multiple windows that glint in the sun and the perfect view to witness all the changes of the seasons. The beige colour isn't all too fancy but the stature of the house outshines its lack of colour.

It is definitely an upgrade. But I still feel as if everything is going to be the same.

A fancy exterior can change the house but not the people that live inside it.

"So what do you think?" my dad says, closing the car door and walking over to my side.

This is definitely drastically different compared to our previous home which was a typical British house with red bricks, and an exceedingly ordinary appearance.  But I still loved it because it never needed to be overly fancy for it to feel like home.

I look over my shoulder and repy, "yeah I like it. It's very... American." I find that to be the best words to put it into perspective.

He nods his head at that and asks, "But it is decent for you?"

"Very decent."

We both smile at each other. Me and my dad have this thing where we always describe how we feel through the word decent but we have our own meaning for it.

To everyone else it means not too good or too bad, but when we use it, it could mean either perfect, amazing, boring or so on. We can just tell what the other person means by it subconsciously.

I've always loved the way we understood each other.

"But why did you buy a house with four bedrooms when it's just the two of us?" I add, stepping closer to the house and scanning it up and down with my eyes. It really was a lot to take in. My dad simply shrugs.

"Well, one could be used for random storage until we figure out what to do with it. The other one could be a guest bedroom for whenever It's needed, like maybe for your cousin." His blue eyes suddenly widen at that thought. "Oh speaking of her, she'll be coming over soon to help with the boxes once the movers get here."

As he finishes his sentence, the sound of two vans approaching captures both of our attention and causes us to whip our heads around to face the opposite side of the street.

"That's them now." He quickly hands over the house keys and makes his way over to them. It's only then that I comprehend what he just suggested.

Rekindling with my cousin.