The Bad Boy Next Door

Chapter 3 - Fresh Start And Babies?

I opened up the door to my new bedroom and waited for my eyes to adjust for me to get used to the size. This is huge. I feel a little bit spoilt actually. The room is layered with a white carpet, there is a double bed leaning against the wall on the left. Also on my immediate left there is an en suite bathroom.

I walked inside.

There is a huge shower and a bath with some kind of jets coming out of the sides. Totally unnecessary but worth it.  Then there is a sink and a toilet, all of the necessary stuff. Then I went back into my room. Straight ahead of me was a beautiful pair of French windows which led out onto the balcony which was a dark brown wood. I stood there for a while and took a breath of air.

I could get used to this.

Whilst standing on the balcony, I took a minute to look around. The house right opposite to ours it huge. The owners must be wealthy because I noticed the bright red Porche and a Bentley sitting in their garage which was open. I wonder if they are nice or maybe they are the kind of neighbours to just mind their own business. Actually, I wonder if there is someone my age, someone I could make friends with, who could teach me the roots of this town. 

I guess I will find out eventually.

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"Georgia come downstairs." Dad shouted as I had finished putting up my final picture frame. It was a photo of Milly and I a couple of years ago when we discovered this abandoned beech. We spend all day there. I gotta say, that was one if my fondest memories. I felt a flutter of butterflies mixed with a homesickness feeling bubble up in my throat. The icky sensation sent hot waves to my head.

This is my home now. Georgia grow up and get used to it.

Since I have been here I have Snapchatted Milly at least fifty times. I made a promise that I would keep our 297 day streak with her. Streaks are the most important things in life. 

"Georgia!" Dad yelled again. Oh my goodness, is there such thing as patience around here?

"Coming Dad!" I yelled back down.

On that note I walked to my bedroom door and opened it a little. I stared back at my bedroom. Well I better get used to it. And to be honest, I'm going to make this place into one crazy fun zone.

Oh my goodness, I just cringed at that.

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The dining room was much different to our last house. Here we eat in a separate room which I also need to get used to as I have only ever eaten in the kitchen. Now mum has to bring our food to us, but she seems to love it. I can occasionally see her taking one item for the table at a time just so she can walk backwards and forwards.

She seems happy. Both Mum and Dad seem to be happy, or at least they are trying to be. It gives them a chance to have a fresh start. Due to their work loads and late shifts they have never been able to socialise with others in the village. The drive to and from work everyday for them was an hour each way. They came back tired every night and had endless heaps of work to do which also meant they had little time for each other. But now it's only thirty minutes from where they work so things should be easier. Even with that though as both of their work roles have gotten more major, it may mean more work hours but at least they are closer. 

"I met our neighbours!" Mum said enthusiastically clapping her hands together. Oh my goodness, this really shows how much she gets out.

"What are they like?" I asked pushing my chair into the table ready to start dinner. It looks delicious. Mum has managed to make a whole sausage casserole since I have been upstairs decorating my room. Sometimes, I think she has fairies that come in and help her. I have no idea how mums can do things so perfectly.