A few weeks later I'm on the plane to America. I was told we were going to live in Ohio. I honestly thought we were going to live in New York, oh well. When the plane finally landed on land I was, well quite excited.
My dad called a taxi and on the ride to our new home I fell asleep.
"Honey wake up" my mom shook me awake. "What?" I groaned. "We're home." I jumped up and for a moment I thought she meant we were back in Ireland. But we weren't. Thank God.
In front of me stood a very large white house. "Wow" I whispered. "Well, come on in!" My dad shouted, a. Bit too loudly.
When I walked in I just stood there it was so big compared to our house back in Ireland. Then straight away I ran up stairs to pick my room. I picked. A room That had withe walls but a black one where my bed lay. Across the room was a closet. I looked around and went down stairs to get my stuff and start unpacking.
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Authors note
Hey guys sorry I haven't updated in a while but my exams have just finished and my summer plans have been all over the place. But now I can update since all the bullshit is over.
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WerewolfWhen shy, misunderstood Bree who lives in Ireland is forced to move to America, she meets a guy who she falls in love with from first sight. But he is not what he seems. Then she meets her new best friend Blake who is not what he seems either.
