My life at Phoenix drop high; Remastered. Season 1

Prologue

WARNING: CRUDE LANGUAGE! GENERALLY UNHINGED!

"Dad this place is disgusting. Why out of all houses that you decide to flip, it had to be this shithole?"

"It'll be fine honey." Your mom tries to reassure. "Shit." She swore in French as she tripped on a pothole in the yard.

"Don't swear in French mom."

"Don't talk back to your mother." She chastises, still speaking French to make a point.

"Then don't curse in other languages." You retort in Norwegian.

"Don't switch up languages on me young lady." She shouts in German. "Oh now there I go. Do you have any idea how infuriating you can be young lady?"

"How infuriating I can be?! Mom I only have like three friends in this town where as at West Pomi High I was the most popular girl in school."

"That's because you threw outlandish parties in middle school." Your dad walks up and gently interlocks his fingers with your mom's. "We love you but we're doing what's best for you. I don't want to hear any more complaints; it's not easy to pack up and move to a whole different region. And I don't want any more incidents like the spring dance." Your father whispers seriously, before walking in to the house.

You brush past your mom, muttering something about "tiefla deserving it" on your way past, and make your way to the second floor. The stairs rattle under your angry stomps and you settle into your room, the attic.

The floor is brown and washed out, the paint on the walls is chipping and you swear you can see a dead rat in the corner. The only good thing it has is this small corner that jutted out because of this big window. You go over and push the top part open to get some fresh air. On the sides looked like some kind or railing so you push out the bottom one as well and see it turns into a little makeshift balcony.

You catch your breath and smile slightly. It may be a hovel compared to your last home but it doesn't have to stay that way. After all a diamond is just a rock that needs pressure and time to be beautiful and valuable. Or at least that was your father's company motto.

You pull out your phone and lean against the glass of your new balcony. A year earlier you met two girls at a camp you'd visited when you were traveling with your dad for a business trip of his. Your mom was off traveling in the Gal'ruk region. They mentioned that they lived in Phoenix Drop so you might as well give them a call and see if they'd be able to drop by and help you decorate.

You: Sup nerds!

Laylani: Hey (Y/n)!

Dallie: *coughcarriecough*

You: Shut up Jackass!

Dallie: Pussy

You: I love you😚

Dallie: Ugh pookie 😳
Dallie: We have an audience! You can be saying that 🥰

Parsley: You whores need to get a room

You: Can't help it 😫
You: I love my dollie

Laylani: Okay, just because her name is a homophone doesn't mean
you should flirt with my sister like that!

You: I'm only seeing the bottom half of that text.
You: "flirt with my sister!"

Laylani: NO!

You: Anyway bitches! I have a surprise for you!

You send a photo of your new empty room.

You: My dad moved us to Phoenix Drop. Thanks to his real estate company
we have 7 pounds of tarp and five pounds of (F/c) paint.
You: If you guys wanted  you could come over and we could have a paint
party. I could finally meat Parsley.

Parsley: Meet*
Parsley: Unless you're trying to eat me.

You: Nah, I'm an Ally but I don't eat pu-

Dallie: aw 😞 jk
Dallie: We'll be over soon!

Laylani: I'll bring over (s/f/c) and some stencils

Parsley: If I come I get to know about that Carrie comment 😑

You: Listen, I ask you hear me out before you judge

So you got what you needed set up and led the girls into your room. You guys get to work painting and telling Parsley about what the Carrie comment meant. "And that's why we had to move here."

"Wow. That's kinda of messed up. On her part I mean!" Parsley looks at you sadly.

"Yeah, you guys should have done more! If that bitch was harassing me for that long I would have done so much worse." Dallie chimes in.

"I think what you did wasn't right. But I'll stand by you as a friend and support you." Laylani gently scolds from the other side of the room.

"Kiss ass." Her twin Dallie teases.

"Whatever! I stand by my convictions." Laylani doubles down

"Hey if strawberry shortcake and my little pony taught us anything it's that "being a friend means telling you other friends hard truths they might not want to hear." Or something like that." You joke.

"Fair enough." Dallie smiles and goes back to painting.

Like the good friends they are they helped you unpack your clothes as the movers moved the bigger furniture.

"We will be having sleep overs here all the time I assume?" Dallie smiled, sitting next to you.

"Sure." You smiled casually, laying on your bed. Laylani was giving you silly hairstyles, your head on her lap.

"As long as I can bring something horror related." Parsley sat on the edge of your bed reading something on her phone.

"No body horror please." Laylani begged.

"Aw are you sensitive?" You giggled and hugged her, wrapping your arms around her neck. "You're such a softie."

"Ah! Hey!" She squeaks as she was caught off guard by the contact. The other girls laughed and after a while you all had dinner and they went home.

"Maybe things won't be so bad. At least there's a cute boy next door." You said as you looked out your balcony that night. "Yeah. Things will be fine."