England to America

4-Decorating

I get up and walk over to the bathroom, I have a shower and wash my hair then dry it and brush it out. I brush my teeth then head back out to my bedroom. I put on a short sleeve black t-shirt and tuck it into some high waisted, acid wash jean shorts. Then I grab a red checked shirt and tie it around my waist.

I head downstairs and see Alex cooking some bacon, I grab a glass and fill it with orange juice. "Morning" I say

"Morning" He replies looking at me

"What are we doing today?"

"What forgotten already" He mimics me

"Yes, now tell me please" I whine

"We are going to stay at home and decorate the house a bit"

"But the other stuff that we sent over hasn't arrived yet."

"Yes it has"

"Oh right"

"Mrs oblivious right here everybody!"

"Thank you" I say sarcastically

"Here" He says rolling his eyes at me, he hands me a plate with a bacon baguette. I look at the time and realise its 11:30, I guess thats brunch then.

"Thanks" I say seriously now

"Your welcome" He smirks at me

"So where is the stuff?"

"I put the boxes in the front room"

"Oh cool, also where's Mum?"

"She went to get some clothes for work"

"Ooh right"

"Well I'm gonna sort out my room, so see ya" He announces once he has finished his food.

"Wouldn't wanna be ya" I shout after him

I go into the front room and grab my one of two boxes and take it upstairs. Then I come back to get the second one and take it upstairs. I open the first box and unpack it onto my bed and start to make my room more...me.

As you come into my room, on the left are glass doors that lead onto the balcony, then theres my bed, the headboard on the left and its all tucked into that corner, then after my bed is a bookshelf, on the right wall there are two doors, one that leads to a wardrobe, and the other one to a bathroom, then I have a desk that looks like an L-shape and goes round the corner, I have a swivel chair and then next to the door where you come in, on the right are some more shelves. Oh and my door is in the bottom left corner.

I use some blue tack to stick up loads of my polaroid photos and posters. I take out the photos in frames that I have, there is one of me and Alex and the rest of our friends, there is one of me and my Dad, and one of me and Sam. I stare at them and smile, I feel my eyes well up with tears, I place them on the shelves and go onto the next things. I also take out my toy model things, I place them all around my bedroom, most of them I got from London, they are actually really cool, but what main stream girls would call them is freaky, creepy...you get the picture. I take out some cushions and place them carefully by the wall beside my bed, then I take out my soft toys and place them around the room, these are again "freaky". So what I'm kinda "punk, emo or goth"as people call me, sue me.

Afterwards I decide that I want to go on a run. I look in my wardrobe and I take out my running gear, unlike all my other clothes these actually have a bit of colour in them, my vest is dark grey, my shorts are coral pink and so are my trainers. I put my hair in a bun and put my head band on. I walk downstairs and shout to my Mum that I'm going for a run.

I stretch out and head over to the beach, I reach the beach and smile, its beautiful. I set out along the cycle path and I see that the beach is pretty empty, its a very long stretch of beach as well. I head out onto the sand and decide to do some gymnastics.

I do a simple cartwheel into split and stand up again. I stretch out and do a back flip. I smile, next some tumbling, thats always the best, I take a step back then sprint into a roundoff, I do a flick-back twice then a back flip with straight legs. I sigh, almost content. I sprint into a cartwheel with no hands, then a flick-back twice, again I do a back flip with straight legs but I twist twice in the middle and land on my feet.

I smile again, I suddenly hear someone clapping. I snap my head to where the noise is coming from and I see a guy standing there, he has dark hair that is flopping over his forehead, he's shirtless with some shorts and trainers. I stare at him in shock and realise that he's the one who was staring at me and Alex the other day.

"Well that was amazing" He says

"Um...thanks" I mutter and blush

"I'm Jacob" He says and holds out his hand, I step closer and shake it

"I'm Evie" I say, trying to be confident and failing

"Hey, is that an English accent I detect?" He questions

"yeah"

"Awwww cute!"

"Thanks"

"May I ask, but what school do you go to?"

"Well, I'm joining Blackwell high school"

"I thought so, I go to that school too, which grade are you in?"

"Year 11"

"Um, pardon?"

"Oh sorry, I mean grade 10" I blush

"Oh right. That makes sense now" He chuckles

"Sorry" I mumble

"Hey its fine, it was cute, I saw you jogging earlier and I was wondering if I could jog with you?"

"Sure, but I'm only gonna run along the beach for a bit then go back home"

"Yeah? Thats what I normally do anyway"

"Okay"

He walks to the cycle path and I follow, we both set off and we just jog along. Soon enough we turn around and head back to our houses. I actually don't get sweaty when I run, I guess it just doesn't challenge me.

"Bye!" He shouts when he's at his front door

"Bye" I say softly

It may sound weird but I'm actually really shy around new people, I mean, once I get to know them I'm fine but before, I'm shy. And that ladies and gentlemen is my finest quality. Note the sarcasm. I head inside and eat dinner with Alex and Mum, then I go to bed, already tired, ready for school tomorrow!