The Gypsy's Bad Boy

Prologue.

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Moving......

The words echo in my mind as I look out the window of my dad's range Rover. He and my nine year old sister were singing dangerously off key and a wave of nostalgia hit me.

As a little kid I'd always imagined a life of adventure, seeing the world and going places I've only heard of in the bedtime stories my dad told me. When my mom died, my dream and aspirations seemed to become reality, we moved from states to states, country to country and sometimes even going as far as another continent.

Dad tried to help with my grief by enrolling me in different classes but the only one which seemed to help was the piano class.
Something about the way my soul felt elevated and the way stars dance beneath my eyelids while my eyes were closed letting the music move me was the only consolation for by grieving heart and also peace.

Music became my life force and I depended mostly on it because in it I found reassurance, peace and honesty, nothing is hidden when music speaks. Every hidden or discarded emotions, every forgotten thoughts, they all come running back and you're left to deal with them even if you don't want to.

The car door slammed suddenly knocking me out of my reverie. We've arrived at our new home, and notice I use that term loosely because I know we mightn't stay long enough to call it home, it's one of the reason I often make reference to the Gypsy life. 
Moving, thought me to never get attached so that when it's time to move again I can make a clean break hence the Gypsy term.

Hurrying out of the car and stretching my stiff limbs I picked up the box containing my stuff and followed in my dad's footsteps with Kaylee behind me. Our furniture had already been brought prior to the move so all that was left was just our personal effects

Dad had already gone out to retrieve more boxes while Kaylee and I looked around with box in hand.

"Go on upstairs and check your rooms I'll get the remaining boxes" my dad said looking fatigued.

"You need a hand??"

"No don't worry, it's not much"

"You sure??"

"Yes, don't worry about it I'm quite strong."

He said flexing his arm muscle which made me roll my eyes, I worry about him. He may not look it but my dads getting on in age and I'm already in my junior year in high school.

Slowly I made my way upstairs passing by Kaylee's room, my room was across from Kay's at the farthest end of the hall whilst dad's was on the farthest end from ours. Turning the knob I walked in.

My room was painted white with pink wallpaper the sight of pink made me want to wretch, I am so not a pink person and whoever did this needed to be slapped mentally, no jokes.

The only upside to the room was my piano which was sitting gracefully besides the window sill, dropping my box on the bed I walked towards it i ran my fingers through the keys I thought about playing but decided on a nap. Jumping onto the bed and laying on my stomach trying to get comfy I closed my eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep. Tomorrow is another day.

We spent the rest of the week grocery shopping and familiarizing ourselves with the neighborhood, the high school has to be one of the smallest I've been to so far in terms of size and I'm pretty sure the student body will be the same. That thought made me panic a little because everybody probably knows everybody and grew up together which means I'll stand out even more as the newbie.

I was definitely not looking forward to my first day. The only upside to this move is the fact that dads promised not to move again until I'm done with high school and I sincerely hope it turns out for good.

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