Taken place; 14 years old
Y/n means YOUR NAME
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Y/n's Pov:
"TAXI?!" screams my mum.
Did I tell you she's extremely impatient?,.. well now you know.
I rolled my eyes as I took a seat on the cold,
metal benches outside of the airport. The rain had soaked my clothes and my hair was completely drenched, it's like I had brung my bad luck with me.
-ARRIVES AT HOME-
The taxi pulls up at an extremely enormous house though I wasn't surprised, my mum is filthy rich. I grabbed my suitcases as well as multiple bags whom hold my clothes, drawings and photos. I walked inside and was immediately hit with the smell of lavender. I went upstairs to my allocated room and started unpacking, which was extremely boring.
Holding my drawing pad in one hand and acrylics in the other, I walked down to the dock and enjoyed the beautiful view of the sun setting. Drawing was my escape from the real world and the entrance into my imagination, which was indeed wild. I started drawing something that meant so much to me, which was my dad. I looked up at the boy like figure approaching me. He had chestnut brown hair with chocolate brown eyes, ahhh.
"ummm hello there !!" He said as he waved his hand in front of my face, making me instantly fall out of my daze and be extremely embarrassed.
"Oh, um hi?" I replied whilst scratching my head.
He gazed at the drawing in my hand for awhile, before I hid it under my leg.
"Woah! You're amazing! Who was that man?"
"No one" I said in a medium tone.
"Oh, well um I better be heading back inside, my names Brennan by the way" he said smiling.
"I'm y/n!" I yelled as he started walking back to the house.
He flung his head around and gave me a slight grin, nodding his head.
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Oops this is really short and it sux ass
