A/N my first fan fiction... ENJOY
"Eastend. London. What did I expect?" I joked to myself as I walked down my new street. It was a bit rundown the old Victorian terrace's stretched on for as far as the eye could see under a grey cloudy sky. The front gardens were full of rubbish, some windows smashed in, some boarded up. I glanced to my left. A teenager in old sweats sat at the edge of the curb, smoking some kind of cigarette. I tried not to notice how the smoke smelled of anything but generic nicotine and tar as I hurried past.
I stopped in front of a grey-white house. "This can't be it..." I mumbled to myself, glancing down at the post-it, that I had scribbled down the address on, earlier that morning after a quick call in a payphone outside waterloo station. 23, Hill Smith Street. I pulled the straps of my worn canvas bag closer to me, as I took another look at the lifeless building I had stopped outside of. It looked like a prison, dull, dirty, and tiny. Grapping the corner of my anorak I rubbed at the sign. 23 it stated. I let out a huge breath I hadn't realised I was holding, tucked a strand of my brown behind my ear and kicked the rusty iron gate open so I could trudge past it to the PVC plastic door.
As I rang the tinny door bell I fiddled idly with my slim gold chain around my neck. and peered round the window, through the grey lace curtains. As the twitched I jumped back, and let the chain fall back to my chest. As the door open a tiny crack a voice called my name.
OOOOOOO what is going to happen??? Has she even got the right house?!?!?! find out on my next update!!
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FanfictionWhen a girl arrives in East End, London the move gives her more drama than expected when she meets a certain boy band.
