The girl on street 24

England's bullshit

 ‾ Rain was pouring outside, i thought it would probably be a storm coming in the way. My mother and i just moved into England, i dont really like to travel a lot. Since i remember i wasn't really the type of person that would want to travel the world and things, but i wasn't a lazy fuck too. We were really excited to start a new chapter on our life in England and by we, i mean my mom. Even tho i appreciate all the hard work and shits my mom had to go through i just would wish that we didnt have to move here, even tho we moved into a small city i just wish  i could runaway somewhere where i could just write in my diary and not have to give a shit about mean poeple or poeple who think of themselves as better because of a certain talent or special feature they got. I think we all are equal and beautiful in a certain way, no don't worry this isn't a " your  beautiful on ur own way! " type of story. But holy shit i have been talking about my bullshit but i forgot to even introduce myself. I am Mike, and my moms name is Becca, we are called the perfect mother and son duo but only if they really knew the shit that we go through. If ur wondering about my father... Uhhh, my mom left him cause he was an abusive asshole who only drank like a fucking pig and did nothing on the house and only grew to hate the fact that he is a so called " father ". And honestly i wish that he never comes back to us cause we dont need him and as my mother told me, we only need eachother. My mom had rented a small apartment on a really old building on street 24. People called this street " the street of the not so rich people " by the way thats coming from spoiled ass kids who get every damn thing on a fucking gold plate, gosh i really hate spoiled kids. They be thinking the weirdest shits ever i swear. Well there it was, my new so called house. My room looked fine to me, i was happy that atleast i gota decent room and didn't have to sleep on that damn smelly couch again. 

‾ Well i forgot to tell you that im going to a new school too, its a not so old public school. I like it because its simple and not with rainbow and butterflies at the entry.

‾  I had gotten ready for my first school day, didn't breakfast as usal but at least u brushed my teeth ( being hygienic is more important to me than eating ). As i was getting out of my apartments door, i heard loud screaming from the door next to me, it sounded like a man was screaming. When the door opened a girl with her backpack ready to go to school, and baggy jeans and a really baggy shirt with red converse, just broke down on the floor. I was confused as i didn't know what to do cause i suck at comforting people, but this time i wouldn't just sit there and watch her cry, i mean she was my neighbor after all right? I went to her and and said to her with a not so confident voice,

‾  " Sooo... What happend in there " I said.

‾  " None of ya " She said.

‾  I was confused of what she said cause i probably misheard it, but she did say it in a really bitchy voice...

‾  " Sorry i didn't hear that? " I said.

‾ " none of ya fucking business " She told me while letting out a small giggle.

 ‾ " Oh " I said.

‾  She lifted her head up and we made eye contact for a moment... She had beautiful green siren eyes, i could stare at them all day. 

‾  " Want an autograph? " She said.

‾  " maybe" I said. 

‾  It turned out that her name was Vanessa, and holy shit! She was in the same class as me. I can't belive it, that day we walked to school together and we went home together. I loved her beautiful dimpled smile, i thought that she would probaly be really popular on the school but it turned out she wasn't. She's mostly keept to her self  and i liked that about her!  

                                       This is the first chapter of  " The girl on street 24 "

                                                                          Let me know if you liked it! And i will continue chapter 2!