As I kicked a rock down the dark and thin pavement, and studied the cracks under my feet. I reminisced about the good times in the states. Here in Liverpool it feels like a fucking drag. It is always overcast, high expectations of rain, and I have no friends. It's not that i'm not friendly, it's just no one wants to be friends with the girl with the funny accent. My parents died less than 4 months ago in a horribly timed plane crash. They passed away on my birthday. I lived with my friend Elizabeth and her family . Her mother Alice and her father Mr.Richard treated me like their own daughter. I appreciated it a lot, believe me, but their son Christopher was closer to me than any of them. We weren't in a romantic relationship, and I could see why. I'm taller than most of the guys in my state, I have very plain dark brown eyes, and I have longer hair than most girls around in my time. He used to call me "Char," because it's faster to say than Charlette Eastwood.
I continued to walk down the streets of Liverpool to find the address of my grandparents. I decided to move from America to Britain to live with my grandparents. They have lived here all their lives and never left so I guess it could be lovely here sometimes. "42 McLuck Drive, Finally." I sighed. I was nervous. I haven't seen my grandparents in ages. I slowly walked up the steps that led to the front door. I took a deep breath and slowly knocked on the door.
