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For the past 2 months everything in your house had been getting packed up. Your dad was offered a promotion for his job, which was amazing, but there was a downside to it; you had to move house. You had lived in Birmingham your whole life with your family; it had always been the four of you - your mum, dad, brother and you. Now you were all moving up to Edinburgh, Scotland; 292 miles away.
You were planning to move next week but your mum had told you that might change depending on your dad's job. There wasn't much making you stay in Birmingham apart from one person, Bradley, your best friend. You two had been best friends since you first started school but when you turned 14 you wished you could be more than that. 3 years later and you still felt the same.
"Y/N, Bradley's here!" You heard your mum shout from downstairs.
"I'll be down in 5 minutes." You shouted back, straightening the last sections of your hair.
Brad always came by your house to walk to school with you. It made going to school a little bit better but not by much. You still hated it. It was definitely one thing you wouldn't miss about Birmingham.
You rushed downstairs, running past your living room where Brad was sat and into the kitchen to grab something to eat.
"Come on Brad," You shouted as you ran back past the living room and towards the front door. "Don't wanna be late."
Brad almost jumped off the couch and ran towards the front door, "See you later Mrs. Y/L/N!"
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"Please Brad?" You begged, dragging your feet.
"No Y/N, I've already told you. It's a stupid idea." Brad rolled his eyes.
You were trying to convince him to skip school. You would do anything to get out of it and didn't see much point going seen as you were moving soon.
"No it's not, school's boring. I hate it." You mumbled.
"Maybe that's because you never try." Brad retorted. You knew he didn't mean it in a horrible way but it still hurt a little bit nonetheless.
"No," you defended yourself, "It's because I get harassed by them stupid dickheads."
You were referring to the horrible boys and bitchy girls in your class; the ones who Brad hung about with sometimes. You hated how Brad ditched you for them sometimes, even if he didn't realise he had done so himself. The girls were the worst, always flirting with Brad. Once they realised how much it annoyed you they would do it all the time, and pick on you.
"They don't harass you Y/N," Brad laughed.
"They do! Them girls always make fun of me! Doesn't matter what I do, they'll find a way to make fun of it..."
"What?! When was the last time they "made fun of you"?" Brad air quoted. You could hear the anger in his voice and you were surprised he was getting offended.
