Going home in the afternoons was one more thing that kiera hated to do, she hated staying in an empty house with just the cooks and maid, they are respectful but not the friendly type to sit and chatt with. she felt as if they were judging her without knowing her and that's the other thing she hated next, most people judge her saying she is spoil just because her parents is rich but she was the complete opposite thanks to her nana. She always felt alone and miserable, she felt as if she could die in her own bedroom and no one would notice, probably her maid that brought her food would notice but she doubted she'd care.
Kiera was surprise when she got home to see that both of her parents were waiting on her with boxes around them and the house empty.
"What is going on?" She asked worried laced on her voice. Never had she seen her parents home unless it's in the night.
"Well your father and I thought that we'd like a new start so we're moving"
"W-what,why?"she was actually happy about moving to somewhere where people didn't know her past but she was worried that someone had died.
"we thought that with all the bad memories you have here you'd like to start over as a family this time" her father spoke.
"But what would happen to your company if were moving"
"Were not moving to a different country just a different location"
"Oh, so where are we moving to?"
"Its a surprise, when we reach you'll see"mom answered this time.
" you should pack your stuff and get some rest we're leaving first thing in the morning"her mom shooed her upstairs.
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Kiera sigh as she stared at her closet and then the empty suitcases thrown on her bed wondering where to start packing. She was excited that they were moving from this hell she called home, she hoped that her parents would settle for a smaller house though, but knowing her father-one of the most successful man in the country would never live in anything smaller than a mansion, if anything he would buy something bigger.
After two and a hour of non stop packing, kiera was dripping with sweat soaking her white blouse that she had changed into as she tried to jump on her last suitcase to get it close. After a couple more minutes of trying she finally got it to closed down a bit where she could zip it up. Kiera scrunched up her nose at her sweaty blouse before walking in her personal bathroom and stopping at her mirror that was above her face basin.
Kiera stared at her self in the mirror for the umpteenth time this week and sigh. This could be the her opportunity to start over and forget the past- well she will not forget the past it will continue haunting her until she was 6ft 6 under but she could try to put it behind her and move on. She made a decision that while having a new start she wanted a new look and a change of attitude of her behaviour now.
She took out the scissors and a navy blue dye that lay on her cabinet under the sink that she kept along with multiple other colours dye. She took locks of her platinum dyed hair and clipped it until it reached just below her neck resting on her back. every lock she cut was a piece of her past that she didn't want to remember in her new life. She dyed her hair until not one platinum strand could be seen what once was an old colour was new. She stared at her shiny blue hair in satisfaction, it looked uneven but in somewhat a styled way. She cleaned up her hair that was laying on the ground before having a quick shower.
She went to bed wishing that the day would over quickly and she would be out of this place
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Teen FictionShe was broken. She still is broken. That is, until she met him. What is life if you're breathing but not living?
