My Boy Bestfriend

Chapter 1: Back home

Boy Best friend: Going to Canada

Looking out of the car window I sighed while it was raining down heavily. This was the fifth consecutive day that it had been raining like this. Today has been the day I've been waiting for so long you don't understand.

I was going back to Canada, where I grew up with my brothers and my friends.

I tried a taking nap in the car to make the time pass as this was going to be a really long drive until we reach the borders.

Well, My name is Hayley and I'm 19 years old. I was born in Canada and I lived there for 17 years. Canada was such an amazing place with great people and just a great country. I and all my brothers loved living there it was great until our mother died 3 years ago in a car crash when she was coming back from work. We've all been devasted since then. My father was affected the most so that's why he left Canada because he wanted to get away from the place because he said we needed a fresh start. We moved to New york.

It was hard leaving but I had to. For my dad's sake.

I left all my friends and last of all I lost my best friend who meant the world to me. I thought this was the last time I was going to see him.

The reason my dad moved back was because his mother, our grandma lives in Canada and she had just been diagnosed with Cancer. She was really ill. We may have also begged my dad to move back too, it was a really hard choice for him because of all the memories of our mother but he had to.

Leaving New York didn't really affect me because I had only lived there for a while and to be honest I didn't really like it over there. The friends I had in New York were nothing like my friends in Canada.

We had everything prepared for Canada, we had all applied for our old schools again and they accepted! It was good because the school year hadn't started so we had enough time for getting everything sorted out.

I could feel myself going into a deep sleep, my head was leaning on Sam my brother. Until my dad decided to play the music up louder, it thrift shop the Macklemore song that he just loves so much.

I was just about to go to sleep now I won't be able to.

I mean I guess you can call me unlucky because I am the only girl in this family. However it does have its advantages like having my own room and I'm daddy's girl because I'm the only girl haha.

My family is basically me Hayley then my three brothers and my dad. My first brother is Justin who is 23 he's the second boss in the family I guess. Justin is very supportive and fun but he can be angry, grumpy and scary at times. My brothers only tend to listen to him and not my father which is a bit annoying for my dad. Justin just got engaged to his girlfriend Ariana, they've known each other for so long. When Justin moved to Canada with us Ariana moved too. Them two cannot live without each other they're cute together. Ariana has just got to finish off her studies in New York so she'll be back in Canada in two weeks time.

My other older brother is Aiden he's 20. Aiden is the brother that doesn't really like to hang out with family. We're not really close with each other. Sadly Aiden loves trouble, he hangs around all sorts of bad people. Everywhere he goes trouble follows him. New York, he was involved in a lot of fights. Canada was even worse for him, that was another reason why we left Canada. Aiden was involved in drugs and all the bad stuff. He had a lot of people after him, the reason he isn't in jail is my father. My father is a chief police officer so he has a lot of power. Aiden deserves better he really does.

Lastly is Sam he's 16 years old. I mean Sam is so cute, always stays out of trouble so basically the opposite of Aiden. Aiden is a big fan of football just like me. He joined the schools football team in Canada and was captain at the age of 14. He was following in the footsteps of Justin, he's basically his role model. Sam was heartbroken when he found out we were moving. since then he's kind of been pissed off with dad he won't let it go. All of my brothers have some kind of grudge against my dad.