Team 10 imagines

New girl

Today was the worst day of my life! I was packing my life up and flying all the way to Spain. My parents say it will be a good fresh start but she's only doing it because she got a new job as the English teacher and for the past four years all she wanted to do was to move there. I however don't, my whole life is in this small cold town. My friends, family, memories, but to my mum that's nothing.
I'm not worried about the language as I can speak it fluently. Thinking about it now I wish I never listened in my Spanish lesson and I should of knew better when my mum got me extra lessons in Spanish that she must be scheming something.
My mum and I don't have a good relationship at all, ever since our dad left we grew apart, leading to arguments everyday and some turn into to full on screaming matches and me leaving the house for a couple of nights. However my mum treats my older sister as a princess, spooling her with gifts, listening to all her worries and problems, helping her with homework, relationship advice and if she fails a class it fine but if u do the all hell breaks loose!
The world just isn't fair at all!

*time skip to once you are at your new house*
The house was absolutely beautiful but that still didn't shift the scowl that on my face. I see my mum and sister drop their suitcases and rush up to the front and speeding through it. I followed them sluggishly but was stopped before I reached the door.
"Y/N get the bags" my mum shouted. With a huff I walked back to the car and piled up box on box in one hand that was piled up above my head and then in the other I was pulling a suitcase.
I juggled them all the way to the door but just when I was trying to feel around the door for a handle a deep voice interrupted me.
"Do you want a hand" spoke a deep voice with a beautiful accent. Before I could respond the top box was pulled of the pile in my hand so I could now see and infront of me was the most handsome person I had ever seen. His hair was a dirty blonde and formed a perfect messy quiff. He was tall and wore a black hoodie paired with black ripped jeans and his eyes were a piercing blue.
Maybe moving to Spain wasn't an awful decision after all.

Authors note
Sorry for the rushed ending. I started this chapter with loads of ideas in mind but as I got to the end they all vanished
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