I first moved here when I was 16. My story is a funny and surprising accident. I'm a military baby, born and raised in denver. While traveling I've picked up dance. That was in New York, I can't stop, I love it too much.
When my father was presented with the chance for more money, he of course took it. We moved to a small town, were I took over the cheer team and won championships.
But that all changed when my brother turned into an addict. We moved to L.A , my father didn't join us this time. He went to Europe on call.
We went out to L.A to look for a house, my mother and I were on out way to meet a realtor.
One of our favorite songs came on so we turned it up and began having fun. The car slowly wavered, I instantly turned the music down.
" What's wrong"
Mom: I think we have a flat.
I hated when this happened, I was the only one who knew how to fix them.
Once she pulled over and went to check the tire. Yep, that's a flat. I went around to the back to grab the tire.Why are all the hard things always happen when I'm around?
I do what I always have and start to change it, after it was fixed I sat on the ground and soaked up the sun. We had already traveled 14 hr.s today, getting up before the crack of dawn. My mom came to sit next to me.
We admired the sky for a few minutes before getting back in the car and finishing the rest of the trip.
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Bts pov.
"Hey, why don't we go home, we've been here for quite sometime already," Namjoon said to the group.
"I agree!" V shouted happily.
Everyone nodded there heads in agreement. "I'm going to stay here for a little while more," I said as they started to pack up.
"Walk home safe Jimin," seokjin said with a smile.
"See you guys at home."
