My Mystery~ Nate Parker

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Lola POV

I am stepping off the plane to my new life. Well....not 'new life' but, different. I'm coming to live with my Auntie. My mum is coming too, as she's trying to get us a 'fresh start'. Though I don't really want start a new life, I may as well act happy, for mum.

My mum and Dad were never married, and never will be. When I was born I took the surname "Jones", after my mum. She has a sister, and that is who we are going to stay with. I'm also staying with my cousins, Levi and his twin brother Logan, who are both in the same year as me. As well as my younger cousin, Lily. I don't really remember them, as the last time I saw them, I was six. My dad has sadly passed away since (he passed away when I was twelve). My mum has had a close boyfriend since, but let's just say that didn't got very well.

We have got through all of the security and stuff now, and jees does it take long. Anyway we are on our way to get our bags. Though we don't have a lot of bags, (as a lot of our stuff was shipped over, weeks ago) so we have basically been wearing the same clothes for a few weeks. I quickly see my red suitcase, while mum sees her black one.

We head our way to the Arrival area. Though it is very crowded. Mum is looking around trying to find my aunt, but I don't bother to try and find her, as I don't remember what she really looks like. Suddenly my mum starts shouting "Trace!" Which is my Aunties name. I look round to see a woman, she looks similar to my mum, but slightly older. She is ten years older than mum though. She has brown short curly hair, very pail white skin, and deep brown eyes. She and my mum hug "Rachel!" She says while chuckling. She quickly pulls out of the hug, and comes over to me.

"Lola, I haven't seen you in ages, in fact the last time I saw you, you were this tall." She says showing me a height with her hands. I just nod and smile, though I get fed up of people telling me this all the time. She give me a quick hug, then goes back to talking to my mum. Though I sort of zone out, and don't listen to what they are saying.

We get into my aunties grey car. The car is quite big, as it's a seven seater. Mum sits in the front, so I'm by myself in the back, but this allows me see the area, through the window. It doesn't look bad, in fact it looks very nice, but it just doesn't look like home to me. Though I suppose, I'll have to get used to it, as I'll be living here for at least the next two to three years.

We pull up to a rather big house. It looks like a typical American house from the movies, though it is smaller. It is a wooden house, painted white and pale blue, with steps leading up to the front door. We park, and go to get our things out. I grab my suitcase and rucksack out of the boot. I believe that the Americans call it the 'trunk', but I'm always going to call it the boot. Mum quickly gets her things out, while I stand and wait.

"Go up and knock on the door," says my auntie, "Ask whoever answers if they can come and help us carry the suitcases up." I nod and rush up to the door.

I knock on it and wait anxiously for someone to answer. A boy with long brown curly hair, to the side answers. He has big dark brown eyes, and looks around my age. I presume that this is either Levi or Logan.

"Oh hey! You're Lola right?" He says

"Yep, and you're either Levi or Logan?" I say.

"I'm Levi," he says while grinning, "You can tell, as I'm cooler AND better then Logan. I'm basically the best cousin."

I giggle. "So then 'cuz' can you help take in the bags?" I say.

"Of course I can." Says Levi, who is trying to imitate the British accent, but failing. Then he rushes off to pick up the bags.