Daisy's POV
I woke up in my new bed, in my new room. It still felt really wired. It's been a few days but I'm still not used to wake up in Sydney.
I heard my parents down in the kitchen, probably making breakfast. I reached for my phone to check the clock, it was 10am. I got up from my bed and put my fuzzy socks on and walked downstairs.
"Good morning, darling. Oh and before I forget, we are invited to some neighbours for dinner tonight, I'll be home at 5 and we leave at 6:30 ok?" My mum spoke.
"Ok, yeah fine." I mumbled and took a glass of water.
"I need to go or I'll be late to work." She said as she got the car keys and lightly kissed my cheek.
I nodded as an good bye and prepared my breakfast. I poured up a glass of orange juice and made a bowl of cereal as my phone started to vibrate beside me. It was Lucy. I picked up and took a sip of my juice.
"Hi, Willis." I said with my mouth full of cereal.
"Hi, little one." She said happily. She often called me little one because I was shorter than her and she was born two days before me. "How's Australia?"
"Good."
"And now that you've been in there for a while, how's the boys?" She giggled.
"Well, they're ok." I tried to hold back my giggle.
"Oh come on Daisy!"
"Ok, I'm kidding. There's this guy who lives across the st.." I didn't even get to finish the sentence.
"Have you talked to him yet?"
"Well, kinda. He asked for his ball and I gave it to him and he said thanks. He's like 18 and a girl magnet anyway, I don't have a chance on him."
"You can always try." She tried to bring my mood up.
"I bet he has a girlfriend." I mumbled and took another mouthful of cereal.
"Hey, you don't know!"
"Well, we got invited to dinner at a neighbour tonight, maybe they have a cute son." I giggled, and Lucy joined in laughing.
"We can always hope for the best."
// I don't really like this chapter but I'm too lazy to rewrite it soooo, it gets better, i think
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