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Chapter 01 - Moving In

first chapter lol let's see how this goessss
i literally lost brain cells trying to write the beginning so enjoy reading my crappy writing:))))

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Y/N

"I call dibs on the bigger room!" My brother shouts at me as he runs to the front door of our new house.

Typical little brother Noah, he can be real annoying at times.

"Now, Noah, let your sister get the bigger room. She is older than you, after all." My dad steps in, unlocking the door with a large key.

And good typical dad, always standing up for me and making sure Noah isn't being a jerk to me—even in the smallest situations.

"Well, this is it kids. Our new home." He continues, letting us step inside.

Stepping onto the wood floor, I start to take a look around the house.

We'd just got here to London all the way from France, I refused to move here, but my dad still made me go. And now here I am.

Dad said we needed to move because he has "a better job" set out for him here in South London. I don't exactly know what job he has, and I don't bother asking because I'm most likely to forget what it is in less than a second.

I didn't want to leave France because it's my home, I get homesick very easily, and I end up having a mental breakdown in the middle of the night. Another reason why I didn't want to leave: France is obviously a lot better than London.

Well I also can't be so sure of that, I've only been in the UK for two hours, and barely discovered anything.

Noah's said that London is better, because France is "ghetto" and "boring." I can't believe him!

He only said that because he never even went outside the house that much, he for sure wasted his time back at home. There was so many beautiful places he could've been to, I even asked him if he wanted to go with me every time I went out. He was never interested, of course.

The house was quite big, very big actually.

It had the highest ceilings—I thought I was in a ballroom at first, polished dark wood floors that looked so clean I felt guilty to step on them, the brightest white walls, spacious living room, a majestic staircase that lead to a second story, and neat furniture. The house was spotless, and not empty at all.

Dad said that the people had put furniture inside for us, so we wouldn't have to get it ourselves. He never specifically said who "the people" were, but at least he said that the furniture's new—and clean.

Walking upstairs, I take a look at the rooms. The largest one obviously belongs to my dad, and since he let me keep the other big room, Noah gets the smallest one. It's still quite roomy, though.

My face lights up as I see a bathroom connected to my bedroom. Thank goodness I don't have to share a bathroom with Noah. This is more than enough!

Three bedrooms and three bathrooms, how nice. It's very rare for a three-bedroom house to have three bathrooms instead of two—back home, at least.

"Y/n? You up there?" A voice calls from downstairs.

I turn around and go down the stairs, seeing my dad standing by the staircase.

"Did you take a look around the house?" He asks me.

"Mhm, it's nice. I love it." I answer, giving him a warm smile.