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Life isn't always fair. That was for sure. But, I mean, at least it wasn't something completely distasteful or traumatising... I guess.
(Y/n) was currently yanking herself out of the backseat of her parents' car, grumbling under her breath as her parents' chattery nature proceeded amongst themselves.
Both adults decided it was a good idea to get a fresh start... which wasn't particularly looked up on by their daughter.
Mr. (L/n) and Mrs. (L/n) both were fond of the new place they were to call home, looking upon the shabby little abode before welcoming themselves in.
It was old, yes. Clean... to an extent.
However, they wouldn't deny they winced at the ugly paint that dreaded the walls. The patchy wallpaper that strung around was a complete wrap-up.
Their daughter wasn't all too amazed. It was expected. They decided to buy a cheap household from a desperate man wanting to make as much cash he could.
It wasn't much, but it was home.
(Y/n) let out a deep sigh before she strutted to her parents, eyeing up at her father.
"It's not too late to go home, you know?" She said, gazing at him. This caused him to huff and chuckle, shaking his head.
"It's home now, (y/n). I get it, you miss your friends and your old room, but you can make plenty new friends here. And we won't move again." He replied to her stressed and silent plea, ruffling her head playfully before she groaned, hugging her fathers side.
"I guess." She replied slowly and quietly, shuffling her way back to the car that resided outside, resting peacefully after the long journey.
(Y/n) waltzed towards the boot, grabbing whatever boxes she could that belonged to her. She grumbled under her breath, at least glad the moving truck moved their furniture to the house a few days prior.
She grabbed the closest box with her initials, setting it on her hip before grabbing a small bag that was also hers, setting it on top of the box.
She nestled it in her arms before making her way back inside, completely oblivious to the beady eyes of a girl in plaits from across the road, tapping her brothers shoulder for his attention.
When (Y/n) had settled the last box in her room, she rummaged through the cardboard container, looking for her clothes to start organising for the upcoming days in the new town.
She had a fairly good style, one that wasn't too girly on some occasions yet completely girly on others.
She set multiple clothing into piles, shirts, pants, vests, undergarments, crops, tank tops, and shorts.
