Y/n has moved to the just over a year ago with her family to start fresh, as well as starting her senior year in a new school.
One day she finds out her English teacher has left, leading to a replacement teacher, Mr. Stan, and her new neighbour too...
My father was one to drink a little too much, it was to the point where he had started to stumble and fall due to his intoxication. He drank regularly on Friday and Saturday and Sunday through Friday once again. He was stressed with work, they were probably going to fire him soon, if they haven't already.
"Shut the fuck up!" He shouted back, pushing my mother, her body collapsing to the floor. Although tears were pouring down my cheeks I stood still, trying to stand my ground, trying to be strong when my mother couldn't.
He stomped over to me in anger that I hadn't moved, stopping only a few inches away from my face.
"Don't you lay a god damn finger on her," I commanded, gritting my teeth and clenching my jaw. As I requested he didn't touch my mum, he decided to swing for me. I dropped to the floor quickly from the power of the punch, sending me unconscious immediately.
I woke up with a start. My breathing was heavy and strong. Another dream about that night, I'd regularly dream about that night, it was the first time I'd seen my mother scared, scared for her life and mine.
"Are you okay?" I heard a familiar voice say. It was Tom, my brother, behind the door.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine!" I shouted. "I think."
"What?"
"Nothing!" I said.
As I got dressed into my sunflower pants and cardigan, I couldn't stop my mind from wandering to how much everything had changed over the last year. We had moved from the UK to California, completely across the world.
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I walked out the house, down the drive and into my car with Tom, just thinking about how well this last year has gone. Home life was good, mum was happy and dad was doing great, he was earning quite the pay cheque in California, getting paid $500 an hour to fight with people about lawsuits.
He had even bought me and Tom a car — a 1969 Chevrolet SS. Tom didn't exactly know how to drive it, he stalled it quite a lot, so I was the one who drove us to school and back home.
Settling in at school was quite weird, seen as though I'd literally left everyone behind in Florida, it was lonely at first. Thankfully Tom had invited me into his friend group though, with Leo, Dylan, Zendaya, Matthew and Nick. It was shocking to me finding out that Tom was quite popular, which also made me popular. I became a part of his group too, which were mostly boys but I didn't mind.
"Morning," I yelled to Zendaya, Matthew and Nick as I walked up to the locker area with Tom.
