Robyn
Here we go again, the family are moving, what a surprise, not. I'm kind of used to moving now seeing as this is the ninth time I've moved house. It's not that interesting after you move four or five times, well that's what I think to be honest. I've moved to six different parts of England, once in Ireland and this is the second time I've moved in the US.
I've moved school about fifteen times, the majority of it is because of me moving around the country but the rest is being kicked out,ooh I'm such a bad ass. It's not like I stabbed anyone or killed a man or anything weird like that, it's just that I don't like being walked over by teachers and students. I'm not dumb or anything in lessons I just don't concentrate. I swear I'll drive my mum to suicide if I get kicked school at least one more time.
So here we are driving to the our new home. Yay the joy of unpacking, making friends and school that will probably go to waste seeing as we are probably going to leave in less then two maybe three years. I try not to get too attached to people, I still have best friends from many different places but I don't really get in touch with them anymore . I've had a few relationships here and there but I'm not really into that kind of stuff. I prefer pretty much anything that I don't have to commit to which is easier to have.
"Mum can you tell Robbie to listen to her music with headphones and not put it on fucking full blast!" My little brother whines. Cameron's been a real pain in the ass ever since he's become above the age of ten.
"Oi, don't you ever swear again young man and as for you Robyn, either use your headphones or not listen to music at all. You understand?" Mum argues.
"Mummy are we there yet?" My little sister, Libby asks.
"Not yet sweet heart, we'll be there soon I promise." Mum replies.
"How long will that take?" I ask.
"Probably in about ten minutes," she replies, "We're not that far from it now."
To be honest I'm kind of excited about living in LA for the main reasons that- A: the beach, B: the city and C: the sun. The last place I lived in was full of countryside, farms and not very good signal on my phone which is something no one wants to go through.
As I gaze out of the window, listening to Avicii, I keep thinking that this is so much different to the places I've lived in before. The last place that I lived was completely isolated, but here it's busy, big and full of people. I sit back in my seat watching Cameron play Minecraft, which I completely don't understand a thing about, then before we know it we're here.
"Right guys lets get out, we're here." Mum says gleaming. As we step out Libby starts jumping up and down, screaming yay about a million times. God shes lucky I love her so much other wise she'd be dead by now.
"So, guys what do you think?" Mum asks.
"It's actually pretty nice." Me and Cameron say at the same time. The wooden panels outside are a baby blue colour with flowers dangling from baskets under the window panes. It's not as big as the last house, but it's more humble I suppose. This house is surrounded by a large neighbourhood of houses and people when the other was surrounded by cows and horses which to be honest isn't as friendly and you can't really talk to them.
I hoist Libby up around my waist and we all walk inside. It's looks pretty bare seeing as we haven't unpacked yet, but there's all the essentials that the family before left like kitchen stuff, beds and things like that. Cameron before we even know it, runs up stairs and jumps into the biggest bedroom in the house.
" Right this ones mine!" He shouts as we walk up the stairs.
" As if Cam," I tell him, " Mum will probably have this one and anyway you had the biggest room last time!"
" Fine but I get dibs on the next biggest room!"
God, I swear one day I will beat the hell out of that kid. Cam runs straight out of the room and starts scanning every bedroom in the house. After the longest two minutes of my life he finally chooses the bedroom next the one he wanted in the first place. Lib gets a smallish room near Mum's leaving me with the one in the attic, Great. I go down stairs and walk out of the house to see the delivery truck unloading all our furniture and luggage onto the drive way. I go up to the truck and grab as many of my things that I can carry and head straight back up to my new room.
As soon as I kick open the door to my room I dump all of my stuff on the floor and throw myself onto the bed, well more like a mattress and bed frame. I start gazing at the ceiling above me, it's one of the those ceilings that isn't smooth like most of them, but ruff and sometimes you can picture animals and creatures from the curves and swirls, oh how interesting.
"You having fun there?" A voice from somewhere asks. I spring up as soon as I hear his voice, looking around the room seeing if it's a pschopath or murderer or something like that.
"Who the fuck are you?" I ask, God I'm polite.
"Your wurst nightmare."
"Oh I'm so scared. Seriously, who the hell are you?"
"Look out of the window." He replies.
Then suddenly, I remember the window right next to the bed. Shit, I'm such a dumbass. I stand up and turn to face the window. There in front of me was a smug looking guy staring right back at me. His window was only about an inch away from mine. The house in this neighbourhood where jam packed together. I start analysing him as soon I look out of the window, his chocolate brown hair is styled in a quiff, his dark brown eyes hidden by black ray ban glasses and he's got an 'ACDC' t-shirt.God, it is a psychopath.
"The names Jase." He says smiling as soon as I reach the window pane.
"Robbie."
"What like Robert?" God, this boy must be dumb.
"No, Robbie for Robyn."
"Like the bird?"
"Kinda."
"Are you British or something because I can kinda tell by your accent."
"Oh, well done Sherlock!"
"Ha, your funny. Are you always this feisty?"
"Oh, honey you haven't seen halve of it yet."
He laughs living a smirk on his face.
"So, your new here?"
"Yeah, but I move a lot you see."
"Where have you lived before then?"
"You ask a lot of questions!"
"I'm a curious person, so go on answer my question." He says raising an eye brow. God this boy was getting on my nerves.
" I started off living in this place called Basildon in Essex for two years, then I moved to Chelsea for four years, which is why my accents kinda posh, then I moved to Belfast for three years, then Bristol for a year, then New Castle for two years, then Dublin in Ireland for a year, then York for half a year and the other half I lived in Cornawall, then I moved to the state Illinois for a year and now I'm here. God, that was a lecture."
"You can say that again, wait don't!"
I start giggling, what am I doing?
"Anyway I should better start unpacking or I won't be able to sleep tonight." I say while heading to the pile of boxes and bags until Jase's voice stops me.
"Hey birdie, want some help?"
"Alright, but don't you even think about going through my clothes!"
"Fine, but don't blame me if I do."
He steps out of his window and climbs into the room . As soon as he comes in I kick him in the shins."
"Hey, what was that for?" He asks grasping his shin in pain.
"That's for scaring me earlier," I say then I slap him, "and that was for fun."
" I like you, birdie."
"Oh, sweetie. You won't when you get to know."
"I'll never know until I try."
