August 1, 2018
Today I moved into my new home. A white two story with a light gray roof. The front garden was lined with violets and hydranjias. I walk inside my new home that had so Melanie boxes I couldn't figure out if I was in the living room or my office/library. I started to unpack the boxes labeled kitchen that had my silver wear and dishes, the cups and all my kitchen décor. The light blue walls of the kitchen a feel of my grandmas house as I put the things away.
Next was the living room which I needed help with the furniture to get it inside as I walk out my front door to my car that is on the street, because the moving truck is in my driveway, a man with sand blonde hair and dazeling blue eyes bumped into me. It seemed like he was in gym clothes and was on a run listening to music.
"Oh! I am so sorry let me help you up!" he said in a kind voice. "Thank you for helping me up. What might your name be kind sir?" I said in a offly weird tone. "Garroth. Now I best be going, but I do hope to see you on the street!" he kindly said and ran off.
How peculiar!
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FanfictionPeyton was an average girl in her early 20's and a year or two out of college. Peyton moved to this new neighborhood and had some weird encounters. After a year staying on the street she decides who she loves. -
