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Move school, get a dog, new house, and find the perfect guy. I mean come on. I have never asked for anything. And the four things i would actually die for, are impossible to get. But this all changed last night
LAST NIGHT 8PM
"Megan get your bum down here." My dear mother calling for me once again. I rolled out of my warm dream mattress. And started my long journey to the living room. My feet padding against the cold wooden floor. Stumbling down the stairs, i could hear my parents mumbling about something or other. I decided to investigate, being the nosey 17 year old girl i am. I tip-toed along the hallway, and placed my ear against the cold, hard door. it didn't help at all. Shoving my curiosity, I took a step into the living room. Mum and Dad where sat on the sofa, holding hands with one another, still whispering about something. Dad started to talk.
"We need to talk to you about something Megan" He spoke with a deep, husky voice. Using his spair hand to comb through his thick, hazelnut hair. His eyebrow started to rise, and he looked really weird i started to giggle to myself and then couldn't stop.
"Megan this is serious." I had never heard his voice that low before. I leaned in, ready to listen.
"My boss asked me if i wanted to get a pay rise, but on one condition. That i transfer to Island." Mum turned away. Her smooth hair covering the tears slowly falling down her cheeks. She suddenly turned back to me, whipping the tears off her tanned face with the back of her hand. Smudging mascara along with it.
"Darling, we no its sudden whipping," another tear from her face. " this is a big step for your dad. He has wanted this job since i first met him. And we are only going to move if you wa-"
"OH DAD. I WOULD LOVE TO. I CAN'T EVEN. OH MY GOD WE ARE MOVING TO ISLAND. I LOVE YOU GUYS. OH MY GODDD!!!!!!!!!"
Mum looked really surprised at my reaction. Her eyebrows had risen a hell of a lot, and her mouth had dropped. Dads expression wasn't much different. I have been wanting to move for 6years now. Why wouldn't i want to move?
" When are we moving? When should i start packing? What collage am i going to?" I couldn't stop asking question
" We are moving on the 26th, a month from now. So you need to get packing. Boxes are in the garage, maker pens are in the kitchen drawer" Dad spoke with such a grin on his face.
26TH- MOVING DAY
So, i'm moving to Island. Big change. I've go a 12hour car journey to look forward to as well. Fun times
12 HOURS LATER
Megan we're here. Wake up poppet." I could hear mum whispering my name. My eyes slowly adjusting to the bright light coming from outside the car window. My brain still trying to make sense on what was actually going on.
"Come on you lazy boob. Get out of the car and go look round the house" I was grabbed by the arm, and dragged out of the car by my dad. My eye sight was still blurry from only waking up 5minutes ago.
I opened the front door, seeing the stairs in front of me, i ran straight up them, walking through the first door on my left. My bedroom. It was perfect. There was a seat in the window, over looking the whole country side. There was one house opposite ours. It was beautiful. There was a boy standing in the window. I looked closer. Blond hair swiped across his for-head. I sat down on the window seat. Getting drawn in by his looks. He started to lift his top, showing the tanned abbs that was hidden underneath his v-neck top. He lifted it over his Head, making his thick, blonde hair stick up in all directions. He still looked as hot as before. Flicking his hair he turned round. He. Was. Gorgeous. I only then realised he was looking straight at me. The left side of his mouth formed up into a grin. I could feel myself blushing. I turned round instantly, shutting the curtens tight. What just happened? The most fittest guy i had ever seen just took his top off in-front of me, and smiled. oh, my, god. I opened my curtens once again, and saw my parents struggling with the bags outside. I ran outside bare foot, and decided to help.
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FanfictionWhen you start a new school. How do you no what to say and who to trust. And when your first day goes down the drain. How do you climb your way back up? Well welcome to my shit life.