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We pulled into the driveway of our new house. The house was smaller than home, but it was nice.

It was a soothing orangish-brown color, with a dark brown roof.

I grabbed some of my boxes, and started off into the house.

I walked into the first room, which was the kitchen.

I decided to go through the door to my right, which led to the living room.

I kept going straight.  I walked from one side of the living room to the other,  and I reached another door.

I opened it to reveal a decent sized bedroom with red carpet, and pastel red walls.

I set the boxes down, and walked to the door that was in the room.

I look out the window, and I realize it's the back door.

The pavement outside seemed a little chiped, but why would I care?  I never go outside anywhere.

I felt a hand touch my shoulder, so I jolted around to see Paul, who yanked his hand back when he realized he scared me.

"S-sorry..." I apologized softly.

My other dad came in with my acoustic guitar and a few more boxes.

"We brought the rest of your stuff. " Patryk said.

"Thanks dads. " I spoke, as he put my stuff down.

"I'll be outside and your dad will make the kitchen. If you need us let us know." Paul said and walked out.

Patryk pulled me in a hug. "I know it's hard moving to a new house... But we'll make it work. "

He pulled away from the embrace, and walked out.

I opened a few boxes, hung some of my paintings on my wall, and set my guitar in the corner.

"Now all I need's my bed..."  I sighed to myself.

I walked into the kitchen, to see Patryk puting stuff in the cabinets.

"I'm boooooaaard..." I slumped myself on the counter.

"Go outside then, your neighbor seems friendly..." He said.

"I hate people. " I said,  as I dragged myself out the front door.

The second I walked out the door I heard, "hiya!"

I looked into the yard that was rather close to mine, to see someone about my age, hanging upside down in a tree.

He had on a green T-shirt, and white skinny jeans. His  blonde hair was a little long, and his dark blue eyes looked as if they were glowing.

"Im Link." He said, as he hoped down on his hands in front of me, flipped back to where he was on his feet, on held out his hand.

"Tord... "I smiled and shook   his hand.

"Nice to meet ya Tord!"

"You too!" I fake smiled.

"Ya going to highschool up here?" He asked.

I hated the answer but, "yeah... "

I looked over, and realized Link had pointy ears.

"U-umm?" I studdered.

"Oh, that?" He pointed at his ears.

I nodded.

"Im Hylian."

I never heard of that before, but I didn't question it.

"Tord! Your bed's done!" Paul called out.

He must've set it up.

"Well, sweet dreams Tord!" Link said.

"You too!" I said, as I walked inside my new house.

"Dinner is ready too, Tord." Patryk said to me.

Me and my dads sat at the table.

I pretended to eat of course, I never ate.

And after I headed to my room to sleep.

I fell on my bed and closed my eyes in hope to sleep, when I remembered something.

My dream catchers.

I always had nightmares, so would get as many dream I catchers as I could.

I had so many of them, and I made half on my own.

I used to have an obsecion over silly bands so I about a hundred of those.

And I wrap them over braclets a few times and hang a feather from them.

And every time I see a dream catcher at a store, I beg Patryk or Paul to buy is for me since I don't get an alounce.

I'm racking up on drean catchers.

I looked threw some boxes and found them.

I hung all of them up, and laid back down.

I wonder what awaits for me at school tomarrow, as I drift off into slumber.

This book has slow updates, but if you enjoy so far Ill continue... I got great plans for this book. How do you like the picture? Made it my self.

Word count: 736

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