Chapter 1:
Macy's P.O.V.
I can't believe I have to live in the same house as Jenna. She hates my guts for liking Toby. Toby's a nice cousin. Sorry I mean step-cousin.
I can't believe everything that's happened in the past week. Moving from Michigan to Pennsylvania. My mom dying causing me to move and leave all my friends. I now have to live my aunt and uncle. Which isn't that bad but that means I have to live with Jenna. That means constants fighting and bickering.
Jenna and me used to get along fine. Jenna and I would always have fun when we would hang out before I moved to Michigan. When her mom got remarried we were still close she convinced me he was a bad guy. Then things didn't add up. He was always nice. I mean he didn't like me at first but then he gave a chance and I gave him one. Jenna didn't like that me and Toby were nice to each other. She noticed I didn't hate him and then she started hating me. I didn't do anything but give Toby a chance. I mean their step siblings they should be a little nicer to each other.
I can see why Toby moved out. I would too. If he didn't move out I would have to share a room with Jenna. Instead of getting Toby's old room.
His room needs decorating. It's so plain and it looks like its a boys room. I mean it was a guys room but not anymore. It's my room now. I never thought in a million years I would have Toby's old room.
"Do you need help??" Jenna asked interrupting my thoughts.
"Wow, your actually being nice." I say not even looking away from my packed boxes.
"Why is that so surprising??" Jenna is so oblivious.
"I don't know.?? Maybe because you hate my guts and are never nice to me." I say still looking at all the boxes in my new room.
With that Jenna leaves and walks down the stairs.
I start to take things out of the boxes and lay everything I've pulled out into my new bed.
I hear a knock and turn around and see my Aunt Ellen in the door way.
"Do you need any help??" My aunt asks.
"If you don't mind." I say trying to sound grateful but I don't think I did a good job.
"I know this might be hard, but you lived here once. It will be easy to adjust." My aunt says as she walks into my room.
I know she was trying to be nice but that made me feel like it shouldn't be hard and if it is I'm not trying.
"I lived in Brooke Haven 3 years ago. It was an hour away from here." I say but regret it right after all the words leave my mouth.
"I know. You used to live not far from here and you used to come here all the time. I know adjusting to not having your mom not around will be hard but to making friends won't. You play a lot of sports and your not very shy." She says trying to comfort me but it makes to difference. I still live here and I still will never see my mom ever again and I can't visit her grave because its in Michigan. So I can't even be a good daughter and give her flowers like I should.
"Ya, but I'm still the new girl." I'm trying to compromise on how bad this is. Some of my reasons I can't say without hurting her feelings.
"I know you'll be able to adjust. I know you'll be able to. I just know it." She says which makes her sound that she is talking about something else but she doesn't.
"You don't know that for a fact. I'm the new girl, who doesn't have a mother." I say with a tear starting to form in my eye.
"Macy don't be so negative. You need to have a positive mind." She sounds like all she knows is sayings not advice about this situation. Not many people have been in this situation. I can't so negative toward her. As she says. Haha. I make myself crack up. Wait did I just really laugh at this. I must be desperate for a laugh right now.
"I'll try." I say trying to make her feel better and maybe get her to talk about something else.
I turn back around to face all the boxes.
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New to Rosewood (a pretty little liars fanfic)
FanfictionHey, I'm Macy Marshall. I just moved to Rosewood to live with my aunt and uncle, the Cavanaugh family, after the death of my mother. When I returned to Rosewood a lot of memories returned as well and these memories I prefer not to remember. Things...