♡Run Boy Run♡

1 Fresh Start

I drop my last box of stuff onto the floor of my new room, then let out a small huff.

This is my third time moving within the last two years. My dad is just now working on his second divorce. Life's been stressful. But I'm glad we have somewhere new to "start fresh" as my dad says.

My dads a writer, he spends the majority of his days cooped up in the office, writing incredible stories. He's always had the most wonderful imagination, which I adore him for.

"Is that the last one?!" He asked from the bottom of the stairs.

"Yep, we're all done!" I holler. Making my way down the stairs.

He let out a breath, looking around the house with a grin plastered across his cheeks. "I can already tell, Han... this is the one."

I smile, but then felt a lump of sadness in my throat break through. An unexpected tear slips from my eye as the memories of our old house, our old family and what we used to be came flooding back to me.

My dad pulled me into a tight, loving hug "I know you miss him. I do too, I miss both of them. But we're starting a new chapter, this'll be good for us Han. I know it will." He gave me an apologetic smile, releasing from the hug, he wiped away the tears from my cheeks.

The worst part about the divorce, and moving for me, was leaving my step brother Landon. He was my closest and greatest friend I've ever had, but we moved so far away that we won't be able to see each other as often as wished.

Landon understood me, unlike a lot of people. He knew what it was like to have lost a parent at a young age, it happened to both of us. He'd lost his dad nine years ago in a car accident.

My mom died seven years ago, she had cancer that spread to both of her kidneys. We tried everything you could think of. Treatments, surgeries and all the best doctors. But in the end there was nothing more that we could've done to help her. I was ten years old.

"Okiedokie kiddo, I'm gonna start unpacking." He rubbed my back comfortingly, sending me a pitiful smile.

I nod in response as he walked away. I sigh, then run my fingers through my long brown hair.

(5 days later)

I'm almost done unpacking my room, when I hear a knock at the front door. I hear my dads footsteps make their way towards it.

"Hi, I'm Alison, this is my brother Tristan. Our mom made you this cake as a welcoming gift to the neighbourhood. We just live next door." I hear a girl who sounds around my age speak.

I stumble on my feet, standing up, then run to the top of the stairs to get a better listen. My cheek pressed against the corner of the wall, as I peered at the front door at the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh, excuse me." My dad speaks to them, turning in my direction. I quickly hid myself behind the wall. "Hannah come meet the neighbours." He spoke loudly.

I take a deep breath, collecting myself, then made my way downstairs, the two siblings came closer into my vision. "Hi." I spoke shyly, with a tight lipped smile.

I've never been the type for large conversations, especially in situations like this. I've always been terrible at explaining things, which I guess is a trait you need for conversing. Usually when I speak, I never really get to express everything I feel needed. It always feels as though there's an invisible wall holding me back.

I stare at the tall blonde girl, who from my knowledge, I assume is Alison. She has gorgeous green eyes, and a big beautiful smile. Just looking at her makes me a bit self conscious of my own appearance.

My eyes peered to behind her, at the boy who's eyes met the concrete pathway. His hands tucked securely into his front pockets and his foot tapped rapidly against the ground in immense anxiousness. It looked like he wanted absolutely nothing to do with this interaction.

He's a couple inches taller than Alison, with dark brown hair and striking blue or green eyes. And if I'm being honest, him and Alison didn't even look close to being related.

"Tell your mother I said thank you, and her kind gesture is highly appreciated." My dad budged in before our conversation turned into an unwanted awkward silence. He took the cake in his hands with a wide smile tugging at his slightly pink cheeks.

"She also wanted me to invite you both to a dinner next Friday. My mom works a lot so she's limited to time off. That time will be a great opportunity for our family's to get to know each other." Alison's blinding white teeth shone through her smile as she pulled Tristan next to her. His eyes meeting my fathers. A loose smile rose onto his face.

"We'll be there. Thank you for the invite. And my apologies." My dad laughs to himself, "You're welcome to come in, I didn't mean to make you wait outside." he then held the door more open for them.

"Actually we were just about to drive to school. Do you go to Lakewood? We'd be happy to give you a ride?" Alison turns to me, both her and her brothers eyes sat on me, feeling like gun lasers ready to pull the trigger at any given second.

"Umm..." My eyes shift to my dad for assurance, as my hand awkwardly rubbed my upper arm. "Yeah, that'd be really kind of you." I smile once again, my cheeks starting to grow sore from it. "I'll just grab my bag." I point to up the stairs.

She nodded in response, as I quickly made my way up the stairs. My eyes switched back to the door when I reached the top, I caught Tristan's dark eyes lingering on me. He quickly looked away when he noticed I saw, I then turn my head and smile as I enter my room.

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