This is it.
The day i can restart my life.
My names Moira. I never was really the type to fit in. I always got bullied. I never really had friends. They always judged me on how i dressed. The way i did my hair. My music taste. My looks. Pretty much anything. The popular guys would slam me into my locker. Kick and punch me for not being "good enough". I used to self harm. But when i found out my mom got a new job and were moving i stopped. i diddent want people seeing my scars. i wanted them to go away just fade.
"Moira are you ready?!" my mom yelled
"ya just a minute"
i ran down the stairs with the rest of my boxes. i couldent wait to leave. My mom got a job in North Carolina. I diddent no anyone there. (Obviously i mean i lived in California.) I was so nervous but so excited to leave. I couldent wait.
We arrived at the new house. It was huge. I hopped out of the car and went to the trunk and grabbed a box. As soon as i went to go up the curb i ran into someone.
"oh my gosh im so sorry!"
"no im sorry its tottaly my fault" a boy with bright blue eyes said.
He had piercing blue eyes, brown hair with a blonde streak in the frount. He was about 5'12 maybe 6'0 tall.
"hi im Nash"
"hey im Moira"
"ive never seen you around here, are you new?" he asked
"ya i just moved in"
"oh cool i live right across the street"
"really?! thats awesome, maybe we could hang out sometime?" i asked
"ya definatly! ill see you tommorow right?"
"tommorow?"
"ya school?"
oh shit.
"um y-yeah"
"okay see ya" he smiled and winked
"bye" i waved and smiled back
shit shit shit.
i tottaly forgot about school tommorow. well at least i have nash. Maybe Ill hang out with him and his friends or something. All i want to do
Is Change.
