This is chapter 1 of Servant's Boy! Yay! I decided that the other one was going to be a prologue. I'll try to be more wise with my words (as I read stories and the characters curse and all that, to make it more relevant.) So if you want me to curse, I will, I will just censor it. (Referring to example A:Lily at the dinner table, which is this chapter... you probably know what di's are....)
If any of you want to make me banners and stuff (even tho I do that already) you are free to do so! Also trailers if you know how to make trailers. I really need some trailers done so that will be highly appreciated!
(Picture of outfits to side)
Now, story time! *grins like a 5 year old getting a really big cookie*
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Drew's POV
All I was thinking about on the plane ride was the fact that dad practically made me move! But also the fact that he has a rare skin disease. How did that happen? I almost feel sorry for him.
I exit the gates and try to find my so-called guardians to pick me up. It was fairly easy, since I came out last and there were only 2 people out waiting for me. It was a couple. A tall man, with black hair and brown eyes. He looked about almost 6 foot. He was dressed quite nicely for Tennessee, a tee shirt with a jacket, dark jeans and nice shoes. As for the lady, she was a small blonde, looking almost the same age as the man, probably her husband. She looked around 5’5’’ with some of the brightest blue eyes ever. She was in a plaid shirt, open with a white tank top underneath and wearing some flared jeans and boots.
“Hello, Drew is it?” the man said.
“Yes sir, it is.” I say politely.
“Nice to meet you! I’m Brent Turner, and this is Pam, my wife” he said as he shook my hand.
“Nice to meet you, sweetie,” she greeted.
“So, are you ready to meet your new family members?” he asked me.
“Sure, I guess…” I awkwardly tell them.
“It’s okay. You’re away from home, that’s all. But don’t worry, they’ll make you feel right at home!” Pam reassured me.
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We arrive at a two-story house, isolated from everyone else. This house looks like it has tons of acres to it. We enter the house, and I can already smell some chocolate chip cookies from the oven.
“You’re free to take one!” Pam said as if she read my mind.
“Thanks,” I thanked her.
I went over, grabbed one and put it in my mouth. The chocolate melted on contact and it really tasted good! I haven’t eaten since 11 in the morning PT, which is 2 ET. And my flight was 3 hours long, so it is currently 5 pm.
“Girls! Can you come down here? He’s here! Go and introduce yourselves!” Brent yelled from upstairs.
Girls?
No one told me I was living with girls!
I then feel a tug on my pant leg as I spin around, and see a little girl, about Lisa’s size looking up at me. I kneeled so we reach the same height.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hey…” I reply.
“I’m Elena! Want to be my friend?” she sounded so cute and innocent like Lisa! I miss home already.
