*Patrice's POV*
"Mom, please explain to me again why we moved. I loved our home in Massachusetts," I say to my mother as we're driving to our soon-to-be new home. My loving and caring mother had the greatest idea to move us from our home in Pittsfield, Massachusetts to a town in California named Beacon Hills (which is all the way across the country, might I add.) We lived there when I was younger but moved to Massachusetts when I was, like, 8 years old. I mean, we always visited Pittsfield because we had family there and I had met one of my best friends there, but I wasn't expecting to move there. To move away from my two best friends, Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski. All our parents used to say how alike us three were, especially Stiles and I. To be honest, I always had a bit of a crush on Stiles. (And by a bit of one, I mean a HUGE one.) As my mom pulled into the driveway, she turned off the car and looked at me with an expression that just exudes a sense of relief that we finally made it here.
"Because, there is a job opportunity that I just couldn't turn down. Plus, I thought it would be good to get a fresh start. A new beginning." We both step out of the car and I get my first look at our new house. A two-story brick-and-wooden house with a nice front porch and plenty of yard space for exercising and sport practice. I also notice a balcony that's connected to one of the rooms, which I immediately know will be my room.
"Dibs on the room with the balcony!!" I yell to my mom. She chuckles and shakes her head at me. I smile a brilliant smile at her, showing her that I'm going to be okay with this move. Better than okay, actually. My suitcases in my hands and my backpack on my back I practically sprint into our new home to unpack my stuff. As soon as I get to my room, I almost scream from what I see. The Holy Grail that tops them all: my own personal bathroom all to myself! Since we had all of our furniture shipped here beforehand, I put all of my beauty items (hair brush, comb, straightener, hair clips/hair ties, etc.) on my vanity table. I put my toothbrush and toothpaste in the cabinet that's behind the mirror in the bathroom as well as my medications. You see, I have a lot of "medical problems" (migraines, depression, anxiety, asthma, etc.) Walking over to my suitcases, I open one of them to get my pajamas and walk into the bathroom. Peeling off my clothes, I hop in the shower, letting my tense muscles relax under the hot water. My thoughts run aimlessly from what will happen at my new school tomorrow, to trying out for sports teams. Especially lacrosse and track. Playing sports gives me a feeling of euphoria that I can't fathom into words, even though I have asthma. I finally hop out of the shower and put my pajamas on (which consist of sweatpants and a slightly oversized t-shirt.) A wave of exhaustion hits me, so I decide to jump in bed.
Laying in the darkness with a nightlight and the light shining through the crack in the bathroom door as my only sources of light at the moment, I become trapped in my thoughts as I think of what my mom said. 'A new beginning.' A small smile crosses my face at the thought of having a fresh start for a change.
"A new beginning..." I trail off as sleep takes over my body and I slip into unconsciousness.
(A/N)- So that's the first chapter! I hope you guys liked it! And if you did, please don't be afraid to vote, comment, share, etc. If you have any suggestions or anything, just send me a message or comment. I'd really appreciate it. See ya!
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