You are a 18 year old girl, you get bullied a lot, during your childhood. But your parents don't let you change school because of work.
(Your parents are like average, meaning your family is like rich but not really)
Until one day, your parents ge...
"Sweetie... Wake up, I made your favourite... Come on wake up" mom said. I get up and changed. I then grab some bags, we all ate. My dad and I headed to school. When we arrived, we went into the school and I grab my things. As I was grabbing my things, someone slammed my locker. I look at who it was, it was Jack. Lucky, my dad was there and he shoos him away. Once I was done, my dad helped me with my things and we head to the car. We put the things into the boost and drove off.
We soon arrived home and we took my stuff inside. "Oh, hey, sweetie," mom said, "Hey mom" I replied. "So I managed to get you into another school in Sydney, and I heard that this school is very good and they also stated that throughout the years, they have no bullying in that school," she said, I nod. "I hope that I will not be left out..." I thought to myself. I then helped my parents to pack.
*later that night...*
It soon was night and my parents told me to go and sleep, I nod and head into my room. I did my skincare routine and changed into my PJs...
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I got in bed and I slowly drifted off.
*3 weeks later...*
*RING*
*RING*
*RI-*
I grab my phone and off my alarm. Today is the day where we are moving to Sydney. My mom suggested moving there, dad and I agreed. Since I wasn't having a great time there, in California, and it would be a fresh new start too. I got up and went to the bathroom to do my business and skincare routine. I then change into this...
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I then tied my hair into a ponytail and went downstairs. As I open my door, I could smell the lovely smell of waffles and I could hear the sound of bacon sizzling in oil. "Hey, mom. What are you cooking?" I asked her. "Your favourite, bacon and waffles," she said. "Oh, and what time is our flight?" I asked, "10:30" I saw my dad coming down the stairs. Once mom finished cooking, we all ate and grab some more things we needed to take.
