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1. The Neighbors!?

Not Like The Others

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"We have to go. There's no one that is going to stay here with you. We're moving. Pack your things into the car." she paused for a moment.

"You can't live here by yourself and pay the mortgage on your own. We found a safer house! Face it, Dork, Mom isn't going to care if you want to stay here. You know what happened last month. Someone tried to break in. The garage door was broken! A month before your birthday, our cars were broken into. It's not safe. And I really don't care if you want to stay because I don't. It's horrible here. You'll make friends wherever it is that we are going."

I was being yelled at by Amanda, my older devil-like sister. I don't know how we really are related. I know we are sisters, but I hate her. She's nothing more but the girl I am forced to bond with just so mom won't be stressed. Amanda justs hangs out in my room and say we are bonding. That's how it sounds from outside the door. But when you step inside, She's on the phone. Calling or tehxting. It justs sounds like she talking to me, but it's her friends. She says she hates it here, but I always see her texting, talkingg, laughing or smiling. I'm moving for my mom. I know we need to get out of this house. Not for my sister.

My mom isn't one of those single mothers who cant afford to pay the rent. She has lots of money. We just live in a ghetto neighborhood because we needed a new house quickly. We moved to this house about 2-3 years ago. This place wasn't always so unsafe. It just happened to become unsafe just recently.

A couple days later we arrive at our new house and most of our luggage is unpacked and in our own rooms. I like the house. It's bigger. Less ghetto neighborhood. In our last house there was graffiti everywhere. I hated everything over there. Only thing was the people. I mean like my friends. It's just after our first trimester break majiggy, so it would be hard to get back to all the friends and stuff. Especially since I already know how it's going to be. Everyone will refer to me as the new girl. Not Brynn. I've done this all before. I've been to five different middle school and elementary's. I want this to be our last move. It just seems nicer here.

I put my sheets onto my bed and I lay there for a moment. I stare up at the ceiling. I remember when my dad used to read me bed time stories and tucked me in. He bought me a night light because I was so scared of the window in my room, but only at night. I was such a daddy's girl. He left us when I was about six or seven. Even love within family doesn't exist. So How can love between a couple be real?

"Knock, Knock." Ugh. Mom's. She probably wants me to go help with something downstairs. Or fix Amanda's room. I'm always the one who does stuff for Amanda. Amanda is already a senior. Can't she do stuff herself?

"What!" I scream.

"Some people are here to welcome us to the neighborhood. Go down there. They look like your age."

"Oh woo-whoo." I say with no excitement. I really don't want to meet people. I start school tomorrow, so why can't I just meet people tomorrow. Why do people think I want a head start on that?

Mom and I walk to the front door and see a man, two girls, and a boy. I'm guessing the man is the dad and those are his three children. One of the girls look older than the boy. So maybe about Amanda's age. The boy looks young like me and the other girl looks about five or six.

"Uhm. Hi?" I say. I hear footsteps behind me. It's Amanda.

"Welcome. We hope you like it here. Here's some muffins. I hope your not allergic to walnuts and blueberries." the dad, I assume, says. He hands me the basket of muffins. My mom takes them and puts them in the kitchen. They are each wrapped individually with that clear wrapping. I forgot what it's called. Oh well, I'll ask Mom later.

"Thank you. And oh, I'm not Allergic. Except, do they have vanilla in them?" Some blueberry people like adding vanilla. Oh, it is Amanda because all she's doing is looking at the teenage boy. Now that I think about it, he looks older than me.

"Uhm, No." the older girl says.

"Okay. Don't try putting vanilla. I guarantee you, you'll have a weird taste in your mouth." I say with a smile. They give me weird looks. Oh no! I'm already being weird and I've only known them for two minutes. Wait. I don't even know them. I don't know their names or anything. Just that they can bake pretty muffins. I wonder if the dad made them.

"Hey, you're making me hungry."

"Oh. By the way, my name is Emmett. These are my kids."

"Hi. I'm Emily. I'm shiix." I thought it looked so cute how she had to look all the way up to talk to me. She's adorable already.

"Hi. I'm Brynn Marie." I say. She gives me this smile and I see one of her bottom teeth missing. "Have you gotten money for your tooth?"

"No."

"Okay. Here." I gave her a dollar from my back pocket.

Her eyes get all big and wide. I stop looking at her when Amanda says," I'm Amanda." She always loved the attention.

"Hi. I'm Liam." the boy said. "And this is my sist--"

"I'm Ashley."

"Well we live to the left of you guys, if you guys need anything come over and tell us."

"Alright." I say and leave. Amanda is still at the door. And I think, whatever the dads name is, left home with Emily. Liam and Ashley are still here.

Its kind of late. I'm gonna start to get my clothes and binders ready for school. Then I'll take a shower because even though I don't believe in "love", I do dress up nice. I curl or straighten my hair every morning and I don't leave the house without it looking super~duper pretty. Not believing in marriage or love doesn't mean you dress ugly and act like a slob.

-[a/n]- I love all of you who are reading and voting and possibly fanning :) Yeah this chapter is kind of slow. But isn't that how most stories start? Slow!? < Lmao[: Okay so tell us what you think because it's not just one person creating this story. So far it's three.! ;D!!