discovered [m.c]

discovered

[scarlett]

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"Mom, I don't want to be here," I say as arrive to our new home. Moving, again. The sixth time we've moved in my 17 years of living.

It's hard to make friends when you move every two years. Having to make new friends year, after year, after year. It was always hard for me to make new friends, and I bet this school, and year won't be any better.

And to make it better, my first day at my new school is tomorrow.

"Oh Scar, quit being so teenagery. You will be fine," my mother assures.

I roll my eyes and scoff, as she parks the car in our driveway. I look in the backseat at my 8 year old brother who looks like he's about to jump out of his seat.

"How can you possibly be okay with moving again?" I ask him. I don't get an answer, because he's already ran straight to the house.

I roll my eyes again, and grab my bags and head to the house myself. The only good thing about this move is that the house is much bigger than our old one.

What I still don't understand, is why she picked Australia, out of all places to move. Who just picks up their bags and moves halfway across the world? Only my mother.

While I'm heading up the stairs, to go pick out my room, I hear my brother running up behind me. He probably wants the bigger room like I do.

He tries to push past me, but me being bigger, and smarter, I manage to keep him back, before he bites the hell out of my arm.

"Ow! Shit! Mom!" I scream.

I here her footsteps coming from the bottom of the stairs, and she looks up at us fighting siblings.

"Eathan! Stop!" She yells at my little brother.

He sighs and sits on the step where we are standing. Mhm that's right. Don't ever mess with the older sister, (and her mom).

"I told you that Scarlett gets the bigger room because she's the girl, and she's the oldest."

I look down at my little brother sitting on the steps and stick my tongue out at him.

"Oh come on Scarlett what are we in 6th grade?" My mom calls from downstairs.

I laugh and continue up the stairs to my room. I open the door to the room that is mine, and my mouth falls open. This room is at least three times the size of my old room.

I walk over to my bed that is sitting in the corner, and fall on it. Maybe this move won't be as bad as I thought.

Boy was I wrong.

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okay so ya this isn't a chapter it's more like a prologue I guess? idk what to call it but it's not a chapter lol

but ya here's the beginning of it! I hope you guys love it!

•caroline