He turned down the widow. The cold autumn breeze entering it's way into the car. He passed his hand trough his short hair. His emerald green eyes staring out the window at the wilderness outside. The boy was young 17-year-old Henry Emily. Him and his mom were moving to England, the cause of this move?, his mom's new job. Ever since his dad's overdose, Henry and his mom had never been on the bright side when it came to money. Henry's mom, who was in the drivers seat, turned to look at her son. She sighed, her son always reminded her of her late husband Oliver. he chose drugs over her and Henry, over his family. But to Linda, Oliver didn't matter anymore, what mattered to her was the fact that she still had her son. Sure she missed him, but her son was more important now. Henry continued to stare out the window. Earlier his mother had said to put away his phone, so now he needed to find a new way to distract himself from the reality of the misery he had the misfortune of calling it reality. Linda pinched her son's cheek and smiled, Henry turned his head to look at her and smiled back. "You know Henry", his mom spoke in an exciting tone," I heard that they have good high schools in England. Henry rolled his eyes, "Yeah", sure they do mom." His mom laughed and turned her gaze back to the road in front of her. Henry bit his lower lip, he was always a straight A student and didn't really worry about school. But what did worry him was the fact that he now had to learn at a British school. Ever since he had a British substitute teacher in 2nd grade, he had always been afraid of British people. Henry rolled his eyes at his actions, he decided to push away his stupid fear and just push through high school. After all just like his mother had said, " A new school, an new house, it should be though of as an exciting adventure. Linda was exited about the move, to her it was like a fresh new beginning in life. Henry on the other hand was annoyed, he had to leave and say goodbye to many of his good friends back in Orlando. But he chose not to say anything about it, because all Henry had ever wanted was for his mom to be happy, for her not to worry anymore. And as much as Henry hated it, this move was going to help with that.
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Фанфик17-year-old Henry Emily just moved into a new town for his mother's new job. Him and his mother had never been the wealthiest since his dad's overdose. Henry distracts himself with video games to ignore his families struggles. One day he gets a frie...
