Moving is hard. Moving any distance is. I find it hard just to get out of bed in the morning but another whole country? That's much more difficult.
Especially when you have to leave behind your dead boyfriend.
My name is Alexandra Grey. I'm the new...
"Alright I'm coming!" I yelled out the window at Rikki as she beeped her horn several times impatiently.
I threw the rest of my stuff into a duffel bag and zipped it up, throwing it over my shoulder and thundering down the stairs.
"Bye Mum, bye Dad!" I shouted as I slid down the banister and skidded out the front door.
I hurtled down the front steps and tumbled into Rikki's tiny car.
"About time," she grumbled as she shifted the vehicle into gear.
"Alright alright," I laughed, "didn't realise we were on a schedule."
A small smile crept across her freckled face.
"Whatever," she sniffed.
•••
Within almost no time we were rolling through Emily's front gate and Rikki pulled the car to a halt outside her house, shutting off the engine.
I gaped out the window.
"Nice huh?" Rikki smirked, opening her door and getting out.
"Yeah," I breathed, "you could say that."
Emily's house was gorgeous. It was completely white, with the front drive covered in a fine, pale gravel and light beige slabs of smooth stone lined the steps and paths. Leafy bushes waved their dark green fronds around the drive and elegant palms stretched upwards towards the pale blue sky.
The front door suddenly swung open and Emily shot out, her white kimono flying behind her to reveal and deep red bikini clinging to her tanned, smooth skin. She was even more gorgeous than the house.
I clambered inelegantly out of the car, my hair still gross and sweaty from my run. It was quite the contrast to Emily's dark locks that flowed in straight sheets down her back, framing her elfish face perfectly.
"Alex!" She cried, rushing over and grabbing my bag from me, "Come in, come upstairs!"
She grabbed my hand and began to drag me inside.
"Hey!" An indignant cry sounded from behind us.
Rikki was standing there, her hands on her hips and her bag at her feet. She gestured to it impatiently. "What about my bag, huh? Where's my 5 star accommodation?"
"Oh whatever," laughed Emily, "you basically live here. Now carry your own damn bag."
I stifled a laugh as Rikki scooped up her bag, rolling her eyes dramatically before grinning and following us inside.
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