Fern is a ballerina, All ways has been and is positive she all ways will be. Until that day... The day her rich step father dies leaving her, her unqualified mum and her 5 siblings. Fern and her family are forced to move to the sketchy back streets...
The next few days were spent packing up the house, all of our possessions were crammed into boxes.
We tried to pack as much as possible so we could feel at home in our new house.
When moving day finally came around I went over for breakfast with Holly, max and Tom...
We ate our pancakes in silence... it was definitely a sobering occasion after a while of silence max spoke up
"Remember when fern was sleeping in class and we drew all over her with permanent markers? "
Chuckles went round the table as more, 'remember whens' were told... some sad some happy some hilarious and some just plain.
Our last few moments together we're bitter sweet, we took some photos and they gave me some letters to keep...
They promised me they would come visit and that we would Skype every week.
We drove back to my house where the. Moving van was waiting and we said our tearful good byes.
Maria, Floyd, the twins, mama and I all climbed into the van. With the Windows down, we were waved off by a small gathering of friends and family who had come to say goodbye. The engine started and we zoomed into our new life.
The car ride was dismal and quiet, the weather was grey and rainy and the traffick was terrible we all just sat in anticipation of where our new life would lead us.
We drove into Liverpool and were amazed by the wonders we saw, the docks, the shopping streets, the ducktours every thing was so unique. Maybe living here wouldn't be so bad I thought.
But we passed all that and entered a part of town where the houses were more shabby and the and the streets more dirty.
We went in and in and the more we went in the more highways turned into alleyways and Hollisters turned into butcher's and little vegetable stands.
The streets grew darker and the buildings all tall and mismatched maybe I was wrong I thought.
We stopped out side a small shabby two story house connected to a row of other similar houses. It had peeling paint and boarded up Windows.
Oh.
The driver stopped the van and went up to the door to unlock it. We were greeted with a small thin corridor lead in down to a small kitchen and living room, it was dark as there weren't a lot of Windows. The floors needed carpeting and the paint was peeling horribly. It needed a big clean up.
We trudged up some creaky decaying wooden stairs to a tiny landing with three small bedrooms leading off it.
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WWe were all silent as we walked solemnly back outside to where the moving van was and started to unpack.
With a bit of paint and some carpets we could make this place look all right.
A/n so I have a slightly longer chapter for you, what do you think of the story so far? Please give me suggestions and comment what you think. Don't forget to vote! I won't be posting for a week as I have a holiday but as soon as I get back I will try to have an update. Lots of love, Hannah xx
