it was my first day in the midst of this new town, that i'm ashamed i didn't quite know the name of. me, my eight year old brother, and father moved into a home just alongside of four other beautiful homes, with trees and flowers that created a never ending forest.
my father was a well known man; he owned a business that was engineering cars at the time. we wanted more space to raise cattle and keep some horses, instead of being cooped up in the attic of my father's workshop. we had plenty money, but we wanted to be free.
my father's name was william, my brother's name was johnathan, and mine was y/n. our last name being y/l/n, of course. (if you've heard of my father's work.)
me and jonathan had a mother, a very beautiful one. her name was elizabeth. gorgeous, right? everyone called her beth. she died while giving birth to my brother eight years ago. i miss her lots, as you could imagine. she was understanding, kind to every soul she met, and a beautiful woman. but i have carried on throughout my life just fine, i haven't had any friends or companions because i happen to be homeschooled. plus, my brother and father, well, they're both male. i understand they're my family and they should know me better than anyone, but.. it's not the same as it could have been with my mother.
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Lost Love // G.B.
Romanceyou're new to this place, and it's very unfamiliar. you've been homeschooled your whole life, and now you'll finally get to have some friends. but... who might those "friends" be?
