moments ↠ hood a.u [s.updates]

one.

My name is Isabelle Rose Moore.

I like singing but I'm not a singer.

I like drugs but I'm not a drug addict.

I like reading but I'm not a book worm.

I like drinking but I'm not an alcoholic.

I like to live in the moment.

Everyone has moments that make up their story.

And I guess my story starts here.

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I was gliding. I had to be gliding. The ground was wet with the heavy rain and my hair whipped around me, covering my vision. I tried to push the many lose strands off my face but I couldn't move my hands. They were gripping something rubbery, and even with all my force I couldn't let go. I was moving, but I didn't know where. I looked down and searched for any sort of clue as to where I was but found nothing, only darkness. That's when I saw it. Something bright, two of them coming towards me. Glancing up, hair still over my eyes, but not enough to blind me completely. Lights. I saw lights. Why were they coming towards me? And why were they moving so fast? Squinting, I tried to make out the source. They were so close and yet I couldn't see anything except for two bright yellow eyes staring at me. It was then that I realized. It was a car. Heading straight in my direction. I tried to unclench my fingers again, but they were locked frozen. The car was even closer, too close, but it wasn't stopping. I slammed my eyes shut just as the car was in front of me, but I felt nothing.

I jerked upwards in my seat, my eyes quickly opening. 

"Bad dream?" I heard my brother, Alex, speak up. I briefly looked around, taking in my surroundings. Rows and rows of seats, all occupied with people. I was still on the airplane.

Ignoring his previous question, I spoke. "How long was I out?"  I looked back to my left, towards my brother who was reading one of the shit magazines the planes supply you with. 

"About two hours." He replied, his eyes never leaving the page he was scanning. I groaned and collapsed back into my seat, my head resting against the head rest. We'd been on the plane about three hours before I must of dozed off, that means we still had a nine hour flight journey left. 

The seven hours on the way from Manchester to Dubai weren't as bad as I expected them to be. It was this fourteen hour flight I was dreading. About 5 months ago my mum had decided to drop the bomb and tell Alex and me we'd be moving to Australia. At first, the both of us were completely outraged, I still am, but I figured moping and acting like a brat wouldn't change anything so I shut up about the whole thing. 

Nothing she said to me would convince me this was a good idea. The problem with our mum was that she always did things that were best for her, never thinking of how others would feel. I tried pleading with her multiple times, begging her to let me stay in England and finish off college but she wasn't having any of it. She constantly tried to make up lame excuses of why I'd enjoy moving, the main one being that I should look forward to all the wonderful moments I'd have. The only thing I could think of as a benefit was seeing my old best friend Imber. She moved to Australia when we were nine, and although I loved Alex with all my heart, he could never give me the friendship I had with Imber. 

She was more excited than me about the move, telling me I could finally meet her boyfriend, called Mitchell or something. But to be honest the last thing I wanted was to meet new people. I was happy with my friends back in England. 

Due my dream, I refused to go back to sleep for the rest of the flight, which I knew I would regret later. I'd been having these dreams a lot recently, but I disliked bothering anyone with them. The last nine hours on the plane were probably the longest I've ever experienced. Occupied with awful films and the tasteless junk these people actually called food.

It was 3:00 am when we got off the plane, my legs were numb and I felt as if they were detached from my torso because of the lack of movement, making it difficult for me to walk through the airport without looking like a complete idiot. More than a few times my mum tried talking to me, but I just brushed her off by walking faster or moving away. It was probably wrong of me to do this to her, but I wasn't going to let her get away with doing this without consequences. 

The wait for our suitcases lasted about an hour, making me more and more drowsy. All I wanted was to curl up into bed and sleep for days. But I'd promised Imber that I'd see her the first proper day we got here, which I was slowly regretting. 

I started swaying slightly on my spot from my lack of sleep, when I felt someone stand behind me, drooping their arms over my shoulders.

"Tired kiddo?" Alex's groggy voice sounded from above me. Alex was a good few inches taller than me, meaning I had to look up whenever I talked to him. I rested the back of my head against his chest, nodding slowly, the rise and fall of his chest making me more sleepy.

Alex had always been a good brother. He was everything I could ask for. He always looked out for me and I could go to him with anything. Over the last year he had been my rock. I depended on him with pretty much everything, and I could trust him to always be there. 

The car ride to our new house was another hour, and by the time we got there it was already 5 am and the sun was rising. I sighed at the thought of having to be awake in a few hours, starting my new, unwanted life. I made my way up the stairs, using all my energy to put one foot in front of the other. I trudged into one of the rooms with a bed, not caring about who's room was who's for the time being. Lazily kicking my shoes off, and stripping down to my underwear, I scrabbled into bed and pulled the sheets up to my chin. Finally relaxed I closed my eyes, thinking about the dream earlier. A wave of nausea hit me, a familiar feeling burning through my body. I may not of known what was happening during the time of my dream, but I did now, the thought scaring me. The dream was a recurrence of an actual moment, except it wasn't me who was originally there.

A/N: what do you guys think so far??? :-) I'm sorry if this chapter is kind of boring. I just had to get the main characters across and the relationships etc. Thank you for reading!