Y/n is a 13-year old Gothic teenager, who moved to Brighton, a week ago before Molly did.
After she met Molly Mcgee, A ghost named Scratch, and later...a beautiful brown-haired, Turtle-loving girl named Libby...A lot of crazy stuff happens like per...
"Dear Diary, What's up? So...guess what? After the disaster I had in my old school, such as the time I got suspended, 5 times in a row. And the time I got blamed for stealing, which is something I've never done in my live, My Tía decided for us to move from the city to live somewhere else. Why you may ask?
Well...So as you know I'm A Gothic..and... The all of my old classmates I had find me, terrifying, rude, and disgusting looken. Which is dumb, just because I look like this, doesn't mean I'm heartless and bad. But sometimes I have to care what people say and think about me because...well-"
A voice from the car called from the front.
Tía Lucia: "Y/n, we're here. Welcome to Brighton, where your dad grew up in."
I stopped writing and slept my Diary in my constellation printed backpack.
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I rolled down and looked out of the car window, the streets of Brighton.
Y/n: (Saying to self) "Heh, this place doesn't seem that bad."
Next thing, I know a random raccoon came out of the trashcan, with a half-eaten ham and cheese sandwich in its hands, until another raccoon came out of another trash can, looked and started to attack the other one for the sandwich.
I looked away, shocked. I began rolling back the window, trying to forget what I saw.
We turned to the right part of the neighborhood. Then we have arrived to my new house, which it looks a bit old run-down, but it's alright, we can fix it up.
(A/N: Your house is in the other side of Molly's house)
My aunt stopped and stepped out of the car, breathing in and out the air, with hands on her hips.
Tía Lucia: (Signs) "Well...what do you think, Y/n?"
I stepped out the car and looked at the old yellow and white, 2 story, run-down house with a garage on the side.
Y/n: "Well to be honest, I kinda like it." I said smiling a bit, with positivity.
Tía Lucia: "Well if you like, you can look around our new home, I'll take down the box's and suitcases."
Y/n: "Are you sure you don't want my help?" I questioned, just to make sure.
Tía opened the trunk.
Tía Lucia: "I'm sure, you can get your stuff."
Y/n: "Alright then." I said.
While my aunt is unloading stuff, I got my backpack and my suitcase, out of the backseat.
I walk in front, turned the door handle, and walked inside the house. I gave a curious look at the living room, then I went towards the kitchen, the table and chairs are a little dusty, I decided to brushed off one of the chairs, and set my backpack and suitcase down.
