It was stormy outside, and thunder and lightning kept flashing everywhere. The rain hit the windows harder than it ever did. And bad luck for you, it struck the powerhouse, disabling your power source; causing a black out in your house.
You felt a bit scared, so you took shelter under your pillows and blankets, or what kids call a fort. Underneath the fort was your flashlight and laptop. Although the power source was disabled, thank God the wifi source wasn't!
You shifted around and saw your (H/L), (H/C) was in tangles. You ignored that. You searched around youtube and watched hilarious videos. And before you knew it, you fell asleep.
You immediately awoke to the sound of knocking on your mahogany door. "I'm coming!" you said out loud, and yawned. On your slow walk to the door, you spotted your throwing knives, bow and arrows, swords, and any weapon available on the world.
"Pack up your stuff, we're moving to Britain." your father said coldly, once you opened the door. You were shocked. Your father was never this cold, even after you mom's death. You nodded slowly, in fear of making him even more angry.
You still don't know why he's been so cold to you. Unless, you looked like your mother, and he was still mourning. That was it.
He closed the door with a loud bang, leaving yourself to pack up your room that was yours your whole life. You wanted to stay here, but, father's orders. You couldn't live without him.
You picked up your (F/C) suitcase, and packed all your clothes, well, the nicer clothes you had. You were going to donate your old clothes to the local charity. You packed in your sandals, shoes, socks, and all your needed necessities.
Once you finished, you put on your newest clothes. You wore a black girlish jacket, a silver tee with ruffles, your latest blue leggings, and your black boots. You tied your (H/C) hair up into a half-side ponytail, and boy; did your (E/C) eyes looked scary! While on your way to the door, you forgot to pack your weapons.
You got a large suitcase, and filled the outside of the inside with a thick cloth, to avoid the buzzer ringing when there's a weapon in your bag. You placed your knives, daggers, bow and arrows, swords, scythes, and your lethal gloves. And just in case, you put an aid kit incase someone got hurt. You wrapped the cloth and sealed the bag. You immediately grab your two huge bags and loaded them into the car.
"Get in." your father said without a glance at you, pointing to the (F/C) car. You sat in the passenger seat and waited and waited until you arrived at the airport. You managed to get on a plane quickly, because it was a private. You opened your body bag and pulled out your iPhone 5C and plugged your earphones in.
After a long ride, you landed. And here you were, in Britain.
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RomanceYour name is Y/N L/N. You are thirteen years old. Your life was going down for the worst when your mother died, and all your father did was mourn. But, you could say it went for the best when you moved to Britain. And there, your new life started. Y...
