Midnight || Luke Hemmings

1 | Invisible

Quiet.

The word that describes the hallways of my home. If you listened closely you could hear my music echoing through the halls. I was alone in my room 24/7 while my mom was at work and my brother was somewhere with his 'friends'. Probably looking for trouble. Or as he prefers to call it; trouble finding him.

Lonely.

The word that described me, something that I was almost everyday and also something that I had gotten used to over the years. Through out my whole life I had been bad at making friends because my mom decided that it would be a great idea to take jobs all over the country meaning that we had to move a lot. The only stable thing in my life was my family, the rest was temporary. All I wanted was to stay in one place for atleast 5 years, that wasn't too much to ask for, right? I didn't like the concept of change, I didn't like new people let alone making new friends. I was simply bad at it.

I had always wondered if I would still be the same girl who would binge watch teen wolf in her bedroom on friday night while everybody was out there getting drunk, if we had stayed in one place. It's just my theory really, but I've always thought that your surroundings can shape your personality. What if I'd become one of those girls that would go to parties and got drunk just to hook up with multiple guys in one night, because she felt 'lonely' or 'unloved'. Getting off track.

My life was about to change, moving to Sydney, Australia for my moms job. Wait, scratch that.

It wasn't about to change, we were just going to another place and nobody would notice me, like always. After moving around for the billionth time I had given up on making friends because I knew we were going to leave the place sooner or later. I would just come home after school, go to my room and connect myself with the internet, where I would get lost for hours upon hours.

"why?" I kept asking myself over and over. Why did she have to take the job? She knew I hated moving around. Did she do it to torture us? Did she secretly hate her own kids?

I had tried to convince her to stay here but she wouldn't even listen to me, like I was invisible or something. If it wasn't for me being only 17 I would have stayed here with my brother Caleb (15), who was also sick and tired of moving around.

I was used to moving around, but Australia? What was she thinking?!

I wanted to stay, just for once :(

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Hey guys :D so this is my first story, i hope you enjoy it and yeahh.... if you find any errors in my story feel free to correct them cuz my native language isn't English.
Bye xx