All my unfinished stories I can find lying around google docs

This is something i did lik 2 yrs ago in my spare time

Not interested in this anymore but maybe you'd like to see it? No? 

Oh i didn't think so but here it is anyways.

A large white moving truck pulls up in front of a small, brown and red, brick townhouse. Beyond the house, New York city bustles. Mr.Scuellman steps out of the drivers side of the truck. He smiles at the small house squished between identical houses on either side.

"Here we are!" He says contentedly. Mr.Scuellman looks back at the truck and motions to the girl sitting in the passenger side to come out.

"Lorrie, come on! I promise you'll love it." He calls.

"I don't want to dad." A girl's voice floats through the air.

"Lorrie!" Mrs.Scuellman who is wearing a bright red t-shirt and jeans says as she stepped up to the truck from the bright green car behind it, "We talked about this. Your younger siblings need you to be okay with the change." She reminds in a soft voice. Her frizzy black hair falls around her face and was in held back by a small neon green headband. Her deep brown eyes stare into the truck at the Lorrie. Lorrie has chocolate brown hair that was as straight as a rod. She had warm light brown skin and surprisingly gray eyes. She sighs and opens the car door.

"Apple? You want to explore?" Lorrie asks as a small girl with bright red hair scampers towards her. Three other kids follow. One is holding a small dog in his arms.

"Only if Everett comes too." Apple responds. Everett is the family dog, a small black and brown beagle.

"Everetts coming." Aaron, the second oldest kid in the Scuellman family, replies as he sets the puppy down. Everett skips towards Apple and jumps around her.

"He's super glad to be out of the car!" Tansy, another small girl but with black curly hair like her mom's, states as she runs up and hugs dad. Being four, like Apple, She misses him when they have only not seen each other since the last stop, three hours ago. The twins race up to the house.

"We don't have a yard!" Lyle whines as he follows the two small girls up to the house, "Are we going to have to live with a bunch of old people?" Him being eight made him able to blurt out rude things and only get a small lecture.

"Lyle! We will be nice to our neighbors no matter who they are!" Mom scolds.

"Sorry." Lyle says, "But I don't want to only live by old people." He mutters quietly enough only the twins could hear. Tansy glares at him.

"I like old people. They are the nicest kind of people!" She professes haughtily.

"Okay enough fighting." Dad says, silencing the soon to be full on argument, "Let's go inside, Remember only the basement and the first floor are ours." The whole Scuellman family moves towards the door. Lorrie catches up to the twins and hurries them inside. The interior was a bunch of blank white walls and brown wood flooring. There is an area that looks like a kitchen, a tiny carpeted room, and two other unrecognisable rooms with hardwood flooring on the first floor. There are also stairs leading down to what has to be the basement.

"Remember, The girls, dad, and I get the upstairs bedrooms, and Aaron and Lyle get the room in the basement."Mom implies as the kids rush downstairs. The basement was carpeted and had just two rooms in it. One was a small bedroom and the other was a living room.

"This is our room!" Lyle exclaims shoving Aaron inside to look at the blank space.

"It's so boring." Aaron declares.

"You just say that because you're ten!" Lyle accuses.

"Where's our room?" Apple asks confusedly.