I don't think I've ever been happier to be on land than I am right now. I hate being on planes because I'm impatient and restless even though this is the third time I've travelled anywhere. I'm about ready to crawl into bed and have a nap but unfortunately, we have to unpack everything when we get to the new house, which is going to take about a couple of hours give or take.
I was looking outside the window of the car, watching the houses pass by as Catherine played with her teddy bear and Max was sleeping with his head resting on his shoulder. He was drooling onto his shirt, how classy. I was listening to my music from my phone since it was a long drive to our new home.
When we arrived, we got straight to unpacking. My mother and I spent an hour and a half decorating the house, moving everything around so that it looked moderately decent and lovely for when and if we ever have visitors.
I headed up to my room, which I was lucky to get with a balcony. At least I can spend my mornings out there with a cup of tea and my music. I fell backwards onto my bed that my father and brother had to put together, sighing in contentment. Finally, no Jack Reece or anyone else from that stupid school who did nothing but make me hate everyone.
I sighed as I sat up and walked out to the balcony. I rested my head on the palm of my hand on the railing, taking in the beautiful view I had. There was a park across the street with a basketball court where a couple of teenagers were playing a match between six people. Boys versus girls.
I always wanted to try and get into sports but the only thing I'm moderately good at is probably running. Not because I ran away from the bullies but because I loved it. Especially being by myself while listening to my favourite comfort songs.
I saw one of the guys look at me and smirk. I instantly blushed, looking away. Whelp, I've been caught practically staring at them. I must have looked quite creepy. I need help.
"Hey! You!" I heard someone shout.
I glanced at the park again to see the guy who had smirked at me, pointing in my direction, grinning. I pointed to myself, raising a brow. He nodded, waving me over as the others who were with him smiled at me. I hesitated but decided to go down and at least introduce myself as the new girl on the block. I mean I might as well make new friends while I'm here since I have to start my life all over again.
I exited my room and headed downstairs, into the living room where my mother was lying down on the couch and my father was setting up the TV.
"Hey, I'm going to go to the park," I said before turning to leave.
They shouted out to have fun just as I closed the door behind me. I walked across the street to where the basketball court was located just as the six people who were previously playing walked over to me.
"Hey new girl, I'm Dillon," The guy that had originally waved me over introduced, sticking his hand out with a smile. I shook his hand and smiled back.
"Amy."
"Nice to meet you, this is Caleb and Nate," Dillon said, pointing at the two guys as they grinned at me. "They are Chloe, Ricky and Sarah, my little sister," he finished. Sarah glared at her brother before smiling at me.
"Hey Amy, it's nice to meet you, don't mind my brother, if you find him annoying, don't worry, we think the same thing," Sarah joked. I chuckled while Dillon glared at her.
"So what brings you here?" Caleb asked.
"My dad got a promotion so here I am, plus my old school was pretty..." I trailed off, looking away.
"Shit," Nate finished off, giving me a pointed look. I nodded and sighed while shrugging.
"Oh, well at least you got friends here now," beamed Sarah, putting her arm around my shoulder. I smiled.
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Revenge On The Player
Teen FictionAmy Prescott used to be that girl who got bullied just because she was the typical 'good girl' until she left her school to go to Florida. Amy meets a couple of people who help her change and defend herself. Two years later, she moves back to her...
