ocean eyes (ereri au)

pollution

"Burning cities and Napalm skies, fifteen flares in your ocean eyes."
Levi.

I've lived in France my entire life, and now I'm trying something new.

Britain.

Why, you ask?

Well. I'm bored, to put it bluntly. My parents left me when I was around 14, I'm now 18. Living on my own just ended up getting boring with the same old scenery.

For first impressions, I can tell you that the weather is certainly different. It's so dismal here. But, pretty.

I drove down the street, sighing when I saw the large vans containing my belongings parked up in the drive way. I then parked up on the sidewalk, and looked lovingly at my new house.

It was a seaside town; and it was beautiful. My house had a view of the beach, and the beautiful pier that stood out in bold, bright colors.

I clicked my tongue, deciding I'd take a look at the theme park atop of the pier later, and assisted the men with moving my furniture.

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Once my house was to my standard, the men left and I checked my phone. Sure enough, I had a notification from the messaging app. I clicked on it.

Jägerbomb: wazzon ackercunt

I kept a straight face as I typed a reply. Jägerbomb was my internet friend from Germany. We met on this app about four years ago and we've been friends ever since. We've both moved to England, now.

Heichou: Firstly, fuck you. Two, I'm just staring out my window.

Jägerbomb is typing . . .

Jägerbomb: lmao you're boring ackercunt

Heichou: Please don't call me ackercunt, gayger.

Jägerbomb: danm, straight savage.

I rolled my eyes and quickly typed a final reply, before walking out of my front door, to explore.

Heichou: You're so fucking lame. Bye.

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Yo, guys. Hope you enjoy the story so far. Lmao, make sure you give me feedback. I'm too lazy to check this over, so go ahead and correct anything you find necessary.
-virus