Chapter 2 - Settling in

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Estella's POV :

After what seemed to be days on end , we finally made it to Royal Woods , I was so tired since I barely got any sleep the whole trip . When we finally stopped infront of an empty house , I was so relieved to finally be where I assumed was our new "home" .

I hope people were nicer and more accepting here because making everybody happy was basically impossible in my old town and school - everyone always had something to say about your looks , clothes or grades and they were never satisfied with anything .

I was kinda scared of transferring but atleast it was in the beggining of the year . Not like those wack ass movies where the main character transfers in the middle of the year and gets an absurd amount of attention . I didin't want to be a loner or have a ridiculous amount of attention .

All I wanted was to make a few friends , make a good impression infront of the teachers and avoid having any enemies throughout the school year . My dad would go nuts if he found out that I got into a fight - physical or verbal and would take the other person's side .

Now I obviously knew that it wasn't realistic to befriend everybody and be liked by everyone , but I hoped that atleast the majority of the students would be civil with me and that people would mind their business or just generally leave me the fuck alone .

I was stupid enough to think I'd get atleast a few days to rest and deal with the jetlag but no , my dad obviously had to sign me into school and tell them I'd be there on Monday .

Atleast I had Saturday and Sunday to settle in but come on ? Sydney and Michigan had about a 14 hour difference and I'd have to run on no sleep for atleast a week or two . Not to mention the fact that my sleep schedule was already fucked up enough as it was .

Before getting out of he car , I noticed a huge , crowded and messy house right next door - oh God , based off all the crap in their yard , it wasn't hard to guess that there was alot of kids and therefore , it would most likely be loud as fuck all the time . Great , we would never get a moment of peace . On the other hand , if they had that many kids - hence the litteral van in their garage , they had to have atleast one kid my age or around my age , right ? I made a mental note to try and befriend them in the future .

For now , I had to focus on unpacking as quickly as I could in order to take the best nap of my life . I sort of hoped that it would take time for me to pack so that I'd kind of get used to the time difference .

I was , infact , right about the unpacking , it took me about 4 hours to unpack all my stuff , decorate my room to ressemble my old one and help my dad with the dusting - well , he sat on his ass complaining the whole time while I dusted the living room and the kitchen . The furniture was gonna take a few days to get here since my dad apparently bought everything new and was getting it shipped in order to "start fresh" .

We didin't have any food to fill our non-existent fridge yet and I wasn't hungry anyways so I showered with whatever scraps of product I had left in my old bottles and took a nap that sort of escalated into a 12 hour slumber . To my surprise ,  I slept through the whole time without waking up once but when I woke up , my back was killing me and all my limbs were sore .

After waking up and grounding myself back from what was probably the longest nap known to mankind and noticed it was weirdly quiet , I tried looking around the house for my father but I wasn't surprised when I checked my phone and saw that he had left me a text saying he went out for his new job interview and that I was free to do whatever I wanted to in the meantime - atleast he wasn't out drinking with the pathetic excuse "it's 5 o'clock somewhere in the world" .

It was freeing not having a parent ruining all my plans and telling me to stay home but I have to admit that I'll miss my mom , as emotionally absent as she was , she was still my mother and I don't think I could just go on with my life without her .

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