"Bastard!"

"Awkward..."

It was a beige color; the windows were dark. As your father fumbled with the keys, you heard a relieved sigh. He stuck the key in the lock. The furniture was already there, "The movers were already here. Good." He said.

The large room, presumably the living room, was filled with cheap looking cardboard boxes and dust. "Alright gang," Your dad chuckled. "Let's get to work!"

You begin unpacking and looking at labels. "I'm gonna unpack my room..." You said, loud enough for them to hear. "Alright! Don't have too much fun up there kiddo!" Shouts your father, as you trudge up the stairs.

Once you enter your room, you plop down on the floor and lean up against the wall. "Fuck..." You sigh out, all of a sudden, the doorbell rings. "I'll get it!" Your mother shouts. You leave your room and sprint down the stairs. Almost summersaulting and falling down the stairs, you get back to the first level, heart pounding from fear and excitement.

There, at the door, was a man and woman. The man was tall and pale, his dark hair was combed neatly to the side. The woman was much shorter than him, she had bright blonde hair and a green and white dress. The man was wearing white button-down shirt and black slacks. "Hey there, we know your new and we thought it'd be nice to get to know you guys! We just wanted to know if you'd like to come to dinner some time?" Asked the young woman, smiling all the while. "Well sure we would! What works best for you guys?" Your mom asked. "Oh! We could do tonight? And you can bring your daughter." She said, your parents spun around, they hadn't noticed you before.

"Sounds great! What time should we be there and what should we bring?" Your father asked, not having spoken up before. "Well, we don't expect you to bring anything. We'll let you guys get settled in before we start expecting things from you. Be there at 7, we're the lavender house right next to you guys." She answered. "Got it! We'll be there!" Your mother and the woman exchanged a hug and names, soon the couple walked away.

"Ain't that nice!" Your father exclaimed. Your mother began to frantically look through boxes, trying to find her clothes. After a few moments, she found them. "Y/n, find your clothes and pick an outfit. We still have around 6 hours so start unpacking after." You nodded and slumped up the stairs once more.

As you entered your room, you opened the curtains. To your surprise, your window directly faced another one. It was a window to a lavender home, the one you would be at in a few hours. It was kind of hard to make out because of a glare from the sun, but you could see that it faced a bedroom. It had posters of bands like ACDC and ICP. There was a guitar case rested in the corner.

"Cool. They might have someone my age." You thought contently to yourself. You began to unpack your clothes and toss them on your bed, thankfully, the movers already set up your bed and dresser. You picked out a casual yet nice looking outfit, first impressions last a lifetime. You thought, at least.

It was about 6:56 now, almost time. You began to brush your hair in your bathroom. "I hate how this looks on me." You said, quietly to yourself. "I don't have time to change, we have to leave in like 3 minutes." You sighed and put the brush down. Snatching up your phone, you ran downstairs and waited for your mother to signal it was time to go. At 6:58 you left your home and trotted next door. Your mother was very punctual.

She knocked and as soon as she did, the door opened. It was Amara! "Hello there Eleanor. Glad you could make it." You got such a good feeling from her; she was just so warm and genuine. "Oh, hello there, so glad you could make it! Feel free to take a seat at the dining table, the food will be done shortly!" She called out after moving so you could enter. 

You entered the dining room and was surprised to see three other people already there. There was a redheaded little girl, a brunette boy that looked a little older than her, and a teenage brunette boy. The little girl looks at you and widens her eyes, "You're so pretty!" She exclaimed. "Thank you! You look like a princess!" You responded. The toddler pats her seat, gesturing for you to sit next to her. You take a seat. 

"What's your name?" You asked, "I'm Elizabeth but you can call me Lizzy!" You smiled, she was so pure and sweet. "Alright Lizzy, my name is-" you were cut off by Mr. And Mrs. Afton entering the room. Your mother and father had taken seats across from you. Mrs. Afton sits multiple plates containing many different foods onto the table, one at a time. 

As she and Mr. Afton sit down themselves, the tension grew. After a minute or two, Elizabeth broke the silence. "Awkward..." She whispers, though because it was otherwise silent, everybody heard her. Nobody else reacted, you were trying your hardest to contain a laugh. 

You struggled as you silently giggled. "Are you okay?" asked the teenage boy from the table, condescendingly. "I'm-" You broke down. Your laughter, followed by your parents, as well as the Afton's. All but one. There the teenage boy sat, arms folded, scowling. 

He rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath. After the laughter settled and almost everyone was happy, the questions began, mainly directed at you. "Sorry dear, I never got your name, what was it?" You stopped chewing. "Oh, it's y/n. Thanks for asking, Mrs. Afton." You smiled.