catastrophic casanova, youre mine and i love ya; A Frankie Cocozza Love Story.

Part One.

Zoe's POV

I took one final look at my ordinary purple bedroom, I looked on the floor, the ceiling and all four walls.

'Zoe come on, we're going' my mum shouted up the stairs.

I ran down the stairs, as I walked out the front door loads of memories come flooding back.

I had spent my whole life in this house, in this town, in this city, since I was two, now I was moving to Brighton, leaving my house, my friends, my family, my school, I couldn't believe it when mum first told me, I didn't want to go, my whole life was here in Lewisham, London, but now I'll just have to make a new life in Brighton, a new school, new friends, new house, new memories.

We got into the car and drive to Brighton.

By the time we got to our new house it was 8:00pm.

Drainnnnnn.

I walked upstairs wanting first dibs on the bedrooms before my 7 year old sister chose her room.

I found the biggest room, it was already decorated purple with brown wooden floor.

'IM HAVING THE BIG PURPLE ROOM' I shouted down to my mum.

'Whatever Zoe' my mum said just loud enough for me to hear.

She didn't really care to be honest.

Most the furniture was already in the room, all I needed was the put my mattress on my bed and put up a few shelfs, all the furniture was in good condition so none off it needed to be replaced.

'Zoe, come look at my room' issy, my sister, said standing at the door.

'I will in second issy, just gonna unpack my stuff okay?' I replied looking at her.

'okay' she had a massive smile on her face.

Well at least someone's happy here.

I started unpacking my stuff, at about 9 dad brought my mattress up to my room.

'Go to sleep, you start at your new school tomorrow.' Dad said.

Always giving orders, but never takes them.

'Well can I at least finish unpacking, god.'

My dad did get me stressy, he can clearly see I'm doing something.