"Analia? Sweetie. We are here! Home sweet home," My mother says to me turning around from the passenger seat. I open my eyes suddenly to the sound of her voice. I look outside the window and see a beautiful home. I smile back at my mother. I see my father peer at me through the mirror. I smile and nod at him as well. I'm not necessarily the closest with them...
"Oh, good. Wonderful," I say finding a hard time to find the words to say. "I really t-, I like it?" I say more as a question. God knows I did NOT want to move to stupid ass California. Sure beaches are nice, but in Texas we had beaches. I didn't go very often because I lived like 9 hours from the beach but I mean still come on. I was perfectly content in Texas. I had a decent amount of friends, everyone loved me. Or at least pretended to. Because the town was small, everyone knew everyone and everything. It mostly consisted of fake sluts and ugly fuckboys who think they can get pussy but in all reality, can't. Obviously enough, I didn't fall for them.Honestly what the FUCK is so attractive with overly gelled hair and outfits that you see on the front of a kid's Old Navy catalog? Like get the fuck over yourself.
As I got lost in my train of thought about fuck boys and sluts and what not, my dad parks in the garage by clicking this little clicker thingy. My father and my uncles came up to our new house to move all of our important furniture and what not about a week ago. So pretty much everything is here besides the stuff I packed for the plane ride.
I leisurely walk in the front door, looking around curiously. This is actually my first time seeing the house so I'm pretty interested. I walked around quite lost considering the house was somewhat bigger than normal houses. My father being a surgeon and my mother being a lawyer...I wouldn't consider us the most poor family? I lazily walk up the stairs as my mother calls to me.
"Sweetheart, your room is all the way down the hall, to the left on the third floor up." I look at her with wide eyes.
"Third floor? You're joking. You said the house was nice, not a mansion?!" I say walking until I see the next stair case across the upstairs living room. I hear her chuckle and click her tongue. And BET I can physically feel her eye roll. I finally find my room which is pretty cute honestly. It's not extremely big, but it isn't small either. It's just a little bigger than a normal sized room. My bed already sitting against the wall in front of a big window with beautiful view. My walls our a light cream/off white color with a beige carpet. I plop on my bed and connect the wifi my father had previously given me. Now that I finally have service, I scroll through social media.
Once I have wasted a lot of time bullshitting on my phone, I sit up on my bed and decide to unpack the random stuff I brought. This took only like 5 minutes. I then look at myself in the mirror on the doors of my closet. I bite my lip and stifle my laugh. My hair straight up looks like a gosh damn peacock. The once-cute bun it WAS in, is looooong gone by now! My outfit, oh hell yeah. Stylish ass bitch. I'm literally wearing these booji ass Victoria's Secret sweats and a light blue t-shirt from my middle school's volleyball team. Ew speaking of school, junior year starts next monday!!!! How exciting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sarcasm hint hint.
I finally decide that I should probably shower and get ready for bed seeing it was about 8:00pm. And that is exactly what I do.
AN: GUYS I HAVENT WRITTEN A STORY IN SO LONG SO THIS BE ANY GOOD AT ALL IM REALLY SORRY BUT ILL TRY TO GET BACK INTO THIS AND ILL POST AS OFTEN AS POSSIBLE BECAUSE THISIS FUN AND I FEEL LIKE IDK THIS WILL BE FUN AND YEAH I LOVE YOU ALL MWAH MWAH!!!!!!! ALSO VINE IS CLOSING?!!?! AS YALL KNOW IM AN EDITOR ON VINE. MY VINE IS wildcard BUT BECAUSE THEY ARE SHUTTING DOWN VINEEE I WILL BE POSTING ON HERE (hopefully) AND POSTING EDITS ON MY INSTAGRAM! WHICH AT THE MOMENT IS cosmicobrien
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Fanfiction17-year old, Analia Gerard, moves from a very small town in Texas, to a rather large city in California. There she learns new things and meets new people. Everything here is different, it is new. Her life changes in ways she never could have imagine...
