Moving in with a mess

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"Abby. Abby. Abby. Abby. Abby. Abby. Abby. Abby. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. WAKE UP!"

" Oh my god Trent , I'm up! Leave me alone! "

" Good. Now actually get up and come down stairs , dad wants to talk to us. " He said with an accomplished smile and slight attitude.

"Shut up."

" You gonna make me? "

"Do you want me too?" I said sliding out of my bed coming towards him hulk stomping.

" Just come on! "

We both walked down the stairs , and sat down at the table waiting for dad. He finally comes around the corner with a cheeky grin plastered across his face.

" Okay you two , well you guys know how we havent vacationed in awhile right?"

We nodded.

" Alright well .. were going to Ireland! For a whole year! I did a teacher exchange program and well.. yeah! The guy from Ireland will be teaching my class and I'll be teaching his! How exciting right?! "

We just sat there. Expressionless.

"Okay okay , you're probably somewhat upset with me but i thought it would be fun... you guys are going to hate me even more but , were leaving in 2 days. "

"Dad, you've got to be kidding. Your kidding. You are kidding arent you? " Trent said with a nervous denying laugh.

" No trent i'm sorry to say im not , theres tons of stuff you can do there. They might not have football there but you'll have fun. Abby can still keep you company. "

Dad and trent argued for about 15 more minuets until it resulted in Trent storming up the steps then to be continued with a huge slam of his bedroom door.

I dont really care about the move. I'm not really leaving anything behind but soccer, which they probably have there. School is a burden for me. I hate the whole school. All its filled with is whores and the guys are all annoying. Or there douchbags. Or somewhere in the middle. So i never really attempted to make friends. All i do is sit around listening to music and playing guitar and if you'd ask me , that sounds alot better than having friends. I'm probably about the complete oppisite of Trent though , so i can understand why this is a big deal to him. He's very popular , im not. Has a gorgeous girlfriend , i could careless about dating. Good grades , i struggle. Blond hair brown eyes , i have almost black hair with bright blue eyes. He's the fun one. 

"Better go upstairs and start packing! Tell your brother to suck it up and do the same."

"Hah alright."

--------Two days later---------

I woke up on the plane with a major headache. How'd i even get on here? "I had to literally carry you out to the car cause you wouldnt wake up. Then you basically slept walked onto the plane. " Trent said laughing. Guess i said that outloud. Ooooopsss. " Your flight will be landing in 10 minuets. " Im not gonna lie , im kind of excited to see this place..

"Ah you lads must be the Caster's! Come with me! " said a man with a shiny bald head.  My dad and him were ahead of Trent and i chatting away. We eventually reached the parking lot getting into this guys car. "So i take you are Abby and you are trent?" He chuckled looking at us. I nodded. Trent stuck his hand forward..well as forward as he could for being in a car. " Nice to meet you sir!"

"And to you as well! You guys are going to be going to Colaiste Mhuire highschool. You guys are also staying with me and my son at our flat , which is only about 5 more minuets away!"

"Sounds cool! How old is he?"

"He's 16."

"Cool! So am i!"

Did i mention Trents the talkative one too?

The rest of the drive was pretty chill with the occasional comment here and there from my dad. I was overwhelemed by how big there house was. And i still have a terrible headache. As soon as i walked in the door i saw a blonde boy glance back at me from the top of the steps before disapearing into a room. He had on gray hollister sweatpants and a white t-shirt that fitted his torso..great. He was pretty cute.

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OKAY GUYS I KNOW THIS IS PROBABLY SUCKY BUT WHO CARES ITS MY FIRST TIME AOIKNFROEISDHANVO :D!

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