Friday. The day i have been dreading, this isn't fair! why do we have to move! i got up slowly and chuck some clothes on my cold body and check the suitcase that i packed with all my carry on stuff "phone, charger, purse, book, change of clothes, toiletries, pillow, blanket i think that's it" i say as i grab my head phones and shove them into my pocket. my room looks very bare because almost everything that i own has been shipped to California, i stare around my room one last time before grabbing my suitcase and walking out the door and down the stairs
the car ride to the airport is silent and miserable and the plane ride was no better, at least i didn't have to sit next to my family, although the guy that i was sitting next to i don't think he knows what personal space means. the actual plane ride go's by in a flash as suddenly we are landing in the California airport grabbing our bags and jumping into Katherine's car.
"so family" my father starts "how did you all enjoy the plane ride?" his question is answered by a chorus of grunts and shrugs "c'mon guys this is going to be so fun!" he says trying to liven the mood "we will all be under one roof! and you all get your own room!" i look up at his words "my own room?" i question "yep and i think that you should pick your room first" now i'm actually excited to see this house i think as i lean back in my chair and drift off into my imagination.
I am woken abruptly as we stop, at first a rush of confusion washes over me 'what is happening?' I think sitting up 'where am i?' I look around at the unfamiliar surroundings until the memories of the last few days come rushing back 'oh right' i think glumly 'I'm in California' but then i remember that I am the first to choose my room. I jump out of my seat (almost hitting my head on the door) and step out into the early morning sunshine i look at the surrounding houses and notice ,in the window of the house to our right, that a boy that looks about my age is staring out at me when he sees that i noticed him, he starts smiling and waves out at us, I smile and wave back back still feeling happy from the thought of getting to choose my own room, i keep waving until i get inside the house and look around. i gasp, the house is beautiful! i wander from room to room seeing chandeliers and french door ways everywhere i climb the staircase up to the top of the house and look through all of the empty rooms until i come to one, not as big as the others but, with a bay window facing a bay window of the opposite house but also if you step closer you can see the forest behind the house and the ocean behind that, i get lost in the picturesque window until I hear a thud behind me, I turn to see Chelsea standing in the door way with her duffel bag at her feet looking around the room
"what do you want?" I ask trying not to sound annoyed
"I could ask you the same" she says scowling and crossing her arms
"if you must know" i say trying to mature "i am choosing my room, what are you doing?"
"what do you think idiot?" she says starting to get mad "now get out!"
"what!?" I think getting even madder than she probably is "what do you mean 'get out!'?"
"I mean this is my room so get-" someone grabs her shoulder and she stops silent looking up the arm she see's Katherine standing their and smirks
"great" i think, frustrated "now she's gonna get what she wants...again!"
i grab my duffel bag and go to walk out
"Fiona where are you going?" I look up at Katherine and she looks...sincere, my eyes wander over to Chelsea's face and she just looks shocked
"do you want this room?" she asks not even paying attention to Chelsea who's face is getting redder and redder by the second
I couldn't speak so i just nodded slowly looking her straight in the eye
"well its yours then" she says shooting me a small smile before turning to Chelsea "c'mon Chelsea lets find you a room" Chelsea reluctenly followed behind her giving me the death stare as she walks out.
I look around at my new found room the high ceiling, the bay window, the shiny floorboards, what more could a girl want?
Maybe some furniture.
"Well" i think as i wander over to the bay window seat and sit down"I think it's time to decorate" i continue the thought while staring out the window to the bay window for the next doors house
"I wonder who lives there" i think out loud, just as i finish my sentence, one of the curtains for the bay window open and reveal a boys face i recognise him as the boy from before, he stares at me for a second before gesturing at the window and making an opening motion with his hands, understanding i open the window and he does the same"Hi" he says sitting down on the windowsill
"Hey" i say doing the same
"I'm Bastion Wood, nice to meet you" he says saluting me with two fingers "I'm Finn Stewart, nice to meet you too...i think"
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