I have lived in the United States of America my whole life.
Now, my dad decided we needed to move. He never said why or what was going on, so we moved. We moved all the way to Australia.
My dad got a small house in Sydney, Australia. I don't have any brothers or sisters, so it was easy to find a house for the two of us. Now, there wasn't really anything I would miss from the USA.
When I lived in the USA, I didn't have many friends. I probably had a lot of friends over the whole time I was there, but I have never been able to keep a good friend for longer than a year.
What always seems to happen is I get a good friend or two at the beginning of the year, but by the end of the year they have slowly become friends with someone else and slowly forgotten about me. This happens to be every year.
I was hoping that it would be different here. I was starting my senior year of high school, so I hoped I could make at least one friend that I could actually keep.
I walked into our new house for the first time. "Alexis, there are three bedrooms. The master bedroom is mine, but you can choose one of the other rooms. The one that you do not choose will be a storage room." My dad said.
Me and my dad are not very close. We don't get along very well. We hardly talk, and when we do, it usually ends up in a yelling match because he always gets mad at me.
After I chose my room I decided to walk around and look at what places were around our house. I got changed real quick. I put on a Blink-182 shirt, some ripped black skinny jeans, my black Adidas shoes, and tied a red flannel around my waist.
Then I grabbed my makeup bag and walked to the bathroom that was across from my room. I applied quick gold eyeshadow, thick black eyeliner, and light mascara.
I went outside and just walked along the sidewalk for a while. I saw a really cool band merch shop so I decided to go in. As I walked in, someone was walking out. They were not paying much attention and ran into me.
"Holy shit! Im so so sorry" the stranger said.
"No, no its fine. I should have watched where I was going."
"No really im sorry. Oh, I love your shirt by the way. Im Ashton. And you are...?"
"Oh thanks. Im Alexis."
"Well. It's nice to meet you Alexis
I've never seen you around town before.""Yeah I just moved here today and I decided to check out places nearby."
"Well, Alexis, if you ever want a tour or are just bored and want to hang out, call me. Here's my number"
"Oh thanks. Here let me give you my number too."
"Thanks. Well, have a good day Alexis. See ya around."
"See you too, Ashton"
After, I went into the place and i bought a cool Twenty One Pilots shirt and a set of Twenty One Pilots bracelets.
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