Indelible

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Chapter 1 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"Darling, you're different."

I never thought I would see the day where I would be packing my bags to move out. I have always been the outcast of this town. The weird one. Not because of my looks. On the contrary, many people complimented me and my style. I had only been considered an outcast because of my family. My parents had a terrible divorce. I don't know why I had to be a part of it. And in a small town, everyone would know about it. I was the odd one, known for my family's trials. But I looked pretty average. Silky long black hair, brown eyes, a button nose, rosy lips, freckles, and a basic style of clothing.

Oh, how relieved I am to be moving and having a fresh start. I'm not gonna lie. I still was very nervous about meeting new people, enrolling in a new school as a freshman, and living in a new state. I'm an only child since my parents had been fighting since could remember. Now I just live with my father. He is young. 37 years old. I don't resemble him very closely. I take the freckles and brown eyes from him, but otherwise, he has brown hair and a long nose. He was married at a young age. He still looks fairly young; many women flirt with him, and it bothers me a lot. I don't want to go through the same thing I went through as a kid. We were moving to a new house. "It's really cozy,"  my dad had said. "You have a big room, and as your fourteenth birthday gift, I decided to surprise you by designing your room myself. I hope you like it when we get there." I hope that was true. My dad has odd taste.

I was lost in my thoughts when my dad began calling my name. "Huh?"

"Come on, Sav, we're home." I rubbed my eyes as he opened his car door and began taking out bags from the trunk. I hurried out to help him with all our bags. He unlocked the door and turned to look at me. "Ready?"

"Ready," I laughed. He pushed the door open for me with his back and I stepped in. I examined the room. It was quite simple and cozy, as he had said it would be. Simple but cute living room, black and white kitchen, dining room. I made my way through all the rooms on the first floor and started up the stairs to the second floor.  "Which one is my room?"

"First room on the right!" I nodded and followed his instructions, opening a white wooden door. It was pretty basic. Good enough for me, but not fancy to others. The colors were beautiful. It had a few hints of pink, beige, and grey, as well as painting on the walls, a board to schedule my week, and some fairy lights hanging on the corner. There was a bookshelf, next to a beanbag in the corner; a reading nook. I began to unpack. I wanted to get it over with already, instead of resting now and doing it later. I put a frame on my nightstand. It had a picture of my grandmother. She was a lovely woman. She had passed when I was 12, but really was the highlight of my childhood and what got me through the divorce of my parents. She passed almost three years ago in March. I missed her. She truly cared for me. But enough of being sad again. I finished unpacking and packed my school bag. I grabbed a few pencils and pens, an eraser and sharpener, and a small pair of scissors and stuffed them into my small black pencil case. It had a gold colored zipper.  I liked the aesthetic. It matched my school bag. I stuffed the pencil case in there with a spare notebook and put my bag by my desk. Then I looked at my closet for clothes I should wear, but decided I would have enough time for that tomorrow. 

After dinner, I showered and hopped into bed, turning on Netflix to find another romance movie to watch. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep.