Arianna.
I rested my head against the cold glass window, the car rattling as we drove. I put my headphones in and listened to Isn't She Lovely by Stevie Wonder. I closed my eyes when my brother -Ryan- had hit my arm and gestured to the front where my parents sat.
"Yeah? What?" I asked
"Aren't you excited that we are moving to Brighton?" She cheered
"No, I'm not happy that I left my friends." Ryan retorted
"Ok, well, I'm listening to music until we get there." I put my earphones back in and drifted into a deep sleep.
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We arrived at the house like two hours ago and I had already set up my bed, desk and that's it. My clothes are still in my purple suitcase.
"Oh Arianna!" Dad said cheerfully as he stepped in the room
"Yeah?" I asked
"How do you like your room?" He said cheerfully, I shrugged his smile faded and sat on the end of my bed.
"I know you didn't want to move but,"
"We had to move for your job, yeah I know dad... But I just miss everyone. I miss London." I said he patted the spot next to him; I shuffled and sat next to him.
"You'll get used to it honey. Don't worry what happened to my little carefree girl?" He asked; I sighed and flopped back on the bed.
"Is it your time of the month?" He asked scrunching his nose up
"No" I said, and stared at the roof.
"Alright, I've got to talk to your mother." He didn't even close the damn door.
"RYAN!" I yelled, he walked into my room
"What?"
"Can you close my door?" I asked
"Why should I do that?"
"I'll do all your chores for one day?" I said
"A week,"
"3 days." I compromised
"Done." He waited a minute
"OK! Mum said you have to help unpack." He closed the door and I groaned when he opened it again.
I walked out in the kitchen area where the table was being put together by dad and Ryan. Mum was sorting out the fridge,
"Oh! Arianna can you unpack the cutlery and stuff?" Mum asked although it didn't come out as a question, more as a demand.
I grabbed my box and placed it on a chair that had already been put together.
I unwrapped the cups from the newspaper and placed them in the cupboard. Same with the plates and bowls, I placed the cutlery in their sections and soon the box was empty. I put the brown box on the floor and slumped in the chair.
"Arianna!" Dad called from the lounge room, I walked in and he and Ryan were covered in cords. I shook my head and grabbed the cords from their grasp.
"Can you connect it all?" Ryan whined, I groaned and within minutes I was sitting behind the TV plugging it in. Soon dad, Ryan and I were sitting on couch watching football. I love it don't play it but I love to watch it.
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It was like 9:30 and most of the house had been set-up. Mum was cooking something, potato bake I think. I sat on the counter swinging my legs watching her swiftly cut the potato. She lined the potatoes in the dish before putting it in the oven.
"Get off the bench." She said, I jumped off it
"When do we start school?" I asked
"Uh I called the school, hmm when was it?" She mumbled to herself
"Oh you start next week. You have no uniform." I did a little happy dance. Ryan was older than me by a year. I was only year 11, which sucked because I have another year of school.
I went to my room and grabbed a fresh pair of clothes. I went into the bathroom and began to strip, I threw my clothes into the hamper mum had placed in already. I moved my towel aside and put my clothes on with my underwear on top. I let my blonde hair fall and stepped into the warm water. I washed my body and hair, before stepping out of the shower. I wrapped my towel around my body.
I dried my body and put my clothes on, I walked back into the kitchen and sat at the table where my plate sat. I ate my dinner rather quickly but quick enough because I called back to do the dishes.
I cleaned the kitchen and brushed my teeth. Now my limbs were aching from unpacking and cleaning the kitchen. Not to mention cleaning up the boxes. I trudged to my room. I kicked my door closed and flopped on my bed. I had like four pillows on my king-sized bed. I don't like duvets so I have like three blankets instead. I wriggled under the covers and cuddled to my pillows.
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Out Of Reach // N.H
Fanfiction"He had those blue eyes that you could lost in and I guess I did." He had every girl within his grasp, all except one. He never gave up until he got what he wanted and he wanted her, but she was just a little bit out of reach.
