-=+° "𝘼 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙? 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖." °+=-
-=+° "𝙎𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙪𝙥, 𝘿𝙚𝙚." °+=-
When Y/N L/N and her brother B/N L/N are forced to move to Russia due to her fathers job, she's absolutely livid. This hatred sparks ma...
"Ughhhh!" B/N whines. "Are we there yet?" We've been on the road for barely 15 minutes. One thing to know about B/N is that he's really impatient for a 13 year old. "No, honey. We still have about half an hour until we're there." My mom, M/N, soothes my annoyed brother and he cheers up. '𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢'𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘺.'
I grab my bag from beside me and rummage through it, searching for my headphones. I finally feel the smooth, black surface that I was looking for and lift it out of my bag.
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(What the headphones look like, if you don't like them you can imagine a different pair.)
I connect them to my phone and start playing my favourite playlist. As my favourite song is playing we drive through this big tunnel, making me have to restart the song over and over again just to get a good listen. As it finishes, we have around 1 hour and 25 minutes left before we get to our new house. '𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦.'
••• ᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴋɪᴘ •••
Just as my playlist ends, Dad parks the car. "Alright, we're here. Looks like the movers just finished unloading their truck, so we better get unpacking." He turns around to face me and B/N.
"You two are starting school in a week, so you should probably learn some Russian as much as you can." '𝘜𝘨𝘩, 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰? ... 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘌𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧. 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.' I think as I get out of the car, circling around it to face our new house. A nice, modern-ish house stands in front of me, and just as I'm about to walk inside something slams against me.
"Agh! What the fuck, B/N!?" I scowl at my brother as he grins widely at me. "I just wanted a hug. And mom says we can't swear outside of the house, remember?" He reminds me. I roll my eyes. "Nobody here can understand us anyways. It's not like people in Russia speak english." I retort, and walk inside.
The inside looks just as good as the outside, and it's bigger than our old house. "Woah, cool!" B/N gasps in awe, like were in some ancient Egyptian tomb or something. Suddenly a thought comes back to me.
"Dibs on the biggest room!" I scurry up 2 whole flights of stairs, racing in front of my brother to claim the second biggest room. Biggest one for mom and dad, of course. I find it first and close the door, locking it behind me. "Sweet! Kinda looks like my old room." I talk to myself. I unlock the door and walk downstairs to grab the boxes labelled '𝙔/𝙉'𝙎 𝙎𝙏𝙐𝙁𝙁' in sharpie. I bring up the boxes one at a time, and once they're all in my new room I begin unpacking.
