♥︎𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤♥︎ {Skephalo}

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ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏⁻ ⁻ ⁻ 𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓇

"I don't get why you have to move!" Ant complains for the thousandth time. "I'm sorry! It's for my fathers work, I don't make the decisions." I explain also for the thousandth time today. We were standing outside of my old house as my parents and uncle moved boxes into a large truck.

"What if I come visit you?" Ant suggests. "I would love that!" I smile at him, earning a smile from him back. Ant is my best friend. We have known each other since fourth grade, so we are pretty close. That's why I was absolutely crushed when I found out I had to move all the way to Florida.

"I hate being the new kid." I comment bluntly. I remember being the new kid in elementary school, but then I met Ant and it was all ok. We went into high school together, so it wasn't that bad. But this time he's not going to be with me. I will be all alone.

"Hey, it'll be ok. I bet you'll meet people." He comforts me. "Just DONT forget about me, or I will come for you!" He threatens jokingly. "How can I forget you!" I exclaim in disbelief. "Well, you do have the memory of a newborn fetus so.." He jokes. "Oh my goodness." I roll my eyes, punching him lightly on the shoulder.

"Bad!" I hear my dad call for me. "Noo" Ant complains again, dragging out the 'o'. "I'll see you again, I swear." I promise. He lets out a big fake gasp. "You swear? Then it has to be true." He laughs. I'm going to miss him. I wrap my arms around him for one last hug.
"Bye!" I wave as I walk towards the car. I see him wave back before I completely turn away.

"Got your last goodbyes in?" My dad asks turning around in the drivers seat. "Yeah." I sigh. "It'll be ok! You can come back and visit him whenever!" My father exclaims cheerfully, trying to lighten the mood.

My father is one of those business men. Always working. My dad took a part time job in Florida to keep himself busy, since I'm old enough to take care of myself, as he says "being a stay at home dad is boring". So yes, that does mean I have two dads. I was born from a surrogate. I have never really had problems with kids bullying me about it which is nice. I call one 'Father' because he's always more formal, and one just 'dad' because he's more of the laid back parent.

My dads were soulmates, but still wanted a child with each other. That means they both have unlimited words. I already had my seventh birthday, so I already got my words. Every one hundred years there's a special person that just gets unlimited words right off the bat. That person is me. It's great, having unlimited words and all, but that also means if I somehow touch my soulmate then I'll never know if I found them until I see their wrist. Yes, it's annoying, but what can you do?

After twenty minutes of driving we get to the airport. I started mentally preparing myself for the four hour flight ahead. I have never really been the biggest fan of planes, but I have my ways to cope.

We get onto the plane, getting comfortable in our seats. I turn on my phone, going onto Spotify and shuffling a random playlist. Music has always calmed me, made my mood better. Let me escape into a world of my own. I got the window seat, which kind of freaked me out, but I seemed to manage. The best thing to do is to just clear your mind. I just focused on the music as I mindlessly watched the clouds float in the sky. It was a tint of pinkish blue, the sun already getting ready to set. I will most definitely still have to go to school tomorrow though.

Maybe I can meet new people. I can at least make it so I'm not alone the entire year. As thoughts took over my mind I didn't even notice when I drifted off to sleep. Resting my head peacefully on the small oval plane window, my earbuds still softly playing music.

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The sun shines through the slightly open blinds that cover my window. I rub my eyes, wanting to just roll over and fall back asleep. I have school. I slowly sit up, looking around at my empty room. The only thing there were was a pile of boxes in the corner of my room and my bed. My clothes weren't unpacked yet, so I just decided to swap out my hoodie for my spare one in my backpack.

I make my way out of my room, walking down the stairs towards the kitchen. "Hey bud, you excited for school?" Dad greets me with a smile. "I guess." I shrug lazily, taking a seat at the island in the middle of the kitchen. Everything was so empty, still needing to be unpacked. That's what my dad was doing, unpacking the kitchen appliances.

"You should get going if you want to make it there on time." He suggests, folding up an empty box that he just finished unpacking. "Yeah, I'll go." I sigh. I'm normally not like this at all. I'm a fairly cheerful person. I guess it's just the fact that I had to move away from my best friend, and going into a completely new school in the middle of the school year.

I grab my backpack that was hanging on a coat hanger near the front door and walk out. Of course not before yelling a quick goodbye to my dad. My house wasn't to far from the bus stop, so I got there in no time. The bus ride was noisy and chaotic, nothing I didn't expect. I just hope my first day doesn't suck to much.

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