"Y/n!" My mother shouted, I stormed up the stairs. "Fuck you!" I shouted through tears and sobs. 'Y/n Mitchells! Get your arse down here!" My dad shouted. They missed my birthday. My own birthday. And then they tell me we are moving to Sherman Oaks.
I changed into a new outfit.
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I ran down the stairs, trying to avoid them. But they stood in front of my only exit. "Where the fuck do you think your going young lady." My mum shouted. "Out obviously." I rolled my eyes. "Yes, your going out and sitting in the moving van." My dad said. I grunted and walked out and over to the moving van. I climbed up and sat in the shotgun passenger seat and waited for my parents to arrive.
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I was woken up by my dad. "Get up." He sighed. I got up with a stretch and a yawn. I climbed down from the moving van. I looked at the house before my eyes
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I picked up a suitcase full of clothes and two boxes with all my gymnastics medals and other stuff. I carried them into the house. The house was spacious. The dining room was huge so was the living room and kitchen. I went up to the second floor and found a sticky note on the door.
This is your room Y/n, settle in and prepare for Orientation Day at the school you will be going to tomorrow.
School.
I had always been good at school. I was good at, Spanish, Latin, English Literature, American History and Sport too. But I was no good at maths. That was my weakness.
I opened the door and walked in. It was gorgeous. It already had furniture set up, everything, a balcony so I could dive into the swimming pool below me. A walk in closet. A nice bed. Huge TV. And large windows..
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