The car slowed to a stop in front of our new home. The front of the house had vines growing up it and you could barely see the chipped white paint. The porch seemed as if it could fall over at any second as it looked as if it was rotting. My dad walked around the car and popped the trunk. He grabbed my bag and knocked on my window. "You coming Bella?" He asked while reaching for the handle to the car door. I quickly locked the door and shook my head. "Now quit acting like a child!" He yelled loosing his happy tone of voice. He left my bag at the end of the sidewalk that led up to the broken front steps. I sighed and unlocked my door. I slowly opened it wishing I was back home in New York and that mom had never gotten sick. And that dad never started drinking.
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The screen door slammed behind me due to the rusty hinges. My dad was no where in sight and I assumed he was already unpacking in his room. I quickly walked up the stairs not wanting to be yelled at for my actions back at the car. The door to my room creaked so loud my ears almost began to ring. The room was small. My desk was under the window straight across the room and my bed was to the right of the door. And boxes lined the left wall of my room blocking the closet. I shut the door behind me and walked over to the window. I had a view of the street since my room was at the front part of the house. I opened it slowly as it was almost rusted shut. I heard someone yell "Greaser!" From the street. I walked over to my bed throwing myself face down onto the it. My face sunk into the pillow and I let out a loud groan. Out of all places why did my dad choose to move us to Tulsa?
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Die Young With Me (Dallas Winston Fanfic)
Ficção Adolescente"I didn't want to fall for you, but it's too late now." ________________________________________________ Sorry that the beginning is a little short/sloppy. I tried to improve and add more details as I went. I'm new to writing stories so s...
