TELEVISION

001- The move

Nora's POV

As the lyrics "Who would you die for, who would you lie for, lie for" echo through my AirPods, they stir something deep within me. It's a question that demands reflection, one that's not easily answered. I start to think—who would I really die for? My mind immediately goes to my dad and sister. They're my family, my blood, and the only constants in a life that's otherwise been full of change. I know I'd do anything for them, even give up my life if it meant keeping them safe.

But beyond them? I realize there isn't really anyone else. I don't have friends, at least not close ones. Moving all the time does that to you. You start in a new place, try to make connections, but you know deep down that it's only temporary. Eventually, I stopped trying. It just didn't seem worth the effort anymore. The idea of getting close to someone, only to leave them behind, felt too painful.

Now, with each new move, I withdraw a little more. It's like building walls around myself, keeping others out because it's easier that way. But listening to this song makes me wonder if that's really what I want. Maybe I'm just hoping that this time, this move, will be the final one. Maybe this time, I'll actually let someone in.

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I look up just as my favorite song ends, the last notes fading into the silence of my room. I've finally finished unpacking everything, and it's a strange feeling—everything in its place, yet nothing feels quite right. When we first got here, it was around 1 p.m., and now the afternoon sun has shifted, signaling that it's already 4 p.m. I decide to stretch my legs and head downstairs, making my way to my sister's office.

Skylar's office is a testament to her determination. When she was just 10, she started her own bracelet and slime business. It seemed like a simple hobby at first, but it quickly grew into something bigger. Now, years later, she's still going strong, her small empire of colorful bands and gooey creations spreading joy to whoever orders them. I peek into the room and see her focused on packaging up her latest batch. She's almost done, her hands working with practiced ease.

"Hey, Skylar, do you want to go to the store with me?" I ask, leaning against the doorframe. Her eyes light up at the suggestion, and she looks up with a grin.

"Yeah, I'd love to! I needed to go anyway—I ran out of goodies for my packages!" She says this as she finishes up the last package, and we head toward the door together, slipping back into our shoes.

Before we leave, we stop by our dad's room to let him know we're heading to the store. He nods absentmindedly, probably lost in whatever he's working on, and we take that as our cue to go.

The store isn't far, and we get there quickly. As we walk in, the cool air of the store is a welcome relief from the heat outside. Right by the entrance, a man with a small beard is sitting casually at the front, watching us as we step inside.

"Hey, you new around here? Never seen you before," he says, his voice friendly but curious.

I look up at him, giving a small nod as I make my way to the chips aisle. "Yeah, we just moved in," I reply, grabbing four big bags of chips and tossing them into the basket. I also pick up two blue raspberry lemonades before heading back to the front.

As I approach the counter, the man introduces himself. "I'm Fezco, and my brother Ash is in the back," he says, turning slightly and yelling toward the fridge. "Ash, come out here!"

I glance toward the back, curious about who this Ash might be, while Fezco rings up our items. It feels like the start of something.