The Move

Chapter 6

I had just finished familiarizing myself with the house, only took a short while, but I wasn't done exploring just yet. I managed to fight my way up the stairs first, when we entered the house so I got first choice of bedroom, of course I picked the one at the front of the house, the biggest. It was huge, the brown wooden flooring made the room look spacious, with the circular window at the top right hand side of the room, just a perfect amount of light was being filtered in. The only things in the room were the boxes that had been shipped over 2 days ago, I'm surprised they're here in time if i'm honest..I hope none of my vauables are broken. There were 5 other rooms in the house, all equally as big, mine just had a special feel to it, I felt safe. There was a kitchen, with an island in the middle, a toilet downstairs along with a living room, a study, a huge hallway with an under stairs cupboard and a games room. Upstairs there were the 6 bedrooms, along with 3 bathrooms. A huge main bathroom with a walk in shower, a bath and double sinks, and 2/6 bedrooms had en suits. (A small toilet with a shower attached to a bedroom) Me and my parents got the rooms with the en suits, my brother, Adam, picked the room nearest the stairs, God knows why.

I walked over to the window, noticing I could see the majority of the street from here. The whole street looked eerily quiet, like a ghost town..it was then I remembered that it was only around 2pm, people were still at work or school; that makes sense. I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen, noticing that I hadn't looked in the garden yet. I opened the huge double doors and walked down a small path and stopped in shock. A swimming pool? 

"Are you serious? A swimming pool? In my back yard? This is a dream come true" I found myself saying, lost in the feeling of amazement I didn't realize Adam, run past me in his swimming trunks and dive heard first into the pool, nearling smashing his head on the metal cover just above.

"DAD" I shouted, "ADAMS IN THE POOL ARE YOU SURE ITS CLEAN AND SAFE TO USE", I was worried the water was mouldy and hadn't been cleaned in weeks, just like Adam himself actually..wouldn't make a difference.

"It's fine (Y/N)! I had a man who runs a small pool business come round a few days ago to clean, and check everything is up to date!" I felt better, Adam was already loving this. I couldn't believe there was a swimming pool in my house. In London, I would go swimming at the gym, rarely, a few times a year maybe. This was a luxury, but it took too much effort and it wasn't ever warm enough to get in a pool!  I was so focused on my surroundings that I did'nt realize the scorching hot sun on my back. I was still wearing the white crop top from this morning, it was boiling, I needed to change, I was sweating so badly.

I walked back into the house through the kitchen to see the stuff from the old house had arrived, my parents were unpacking already. 

"(Y/N), stop just standing there! Take these boxes with your name on upstairs and start unpacking, the furniture for your bedroom including your shelves, wardrobe and bed frame should be here within the next hour or so, I want your room completely finished by tomorrow evening"

"Okay mum. I just wanted to apologies for behaving so negatively towards this move, i'm beginning to think it may not be as bad as i thought.."

It was already tomorrow evening and my room was finally complete. It had a vintage edge to it, with the dark wooden flooring with cream rugs, a cream coloured bed frame with forest green accessories, I loved it. I slept like a baby last night! The jet lag is still clinging to me, and I wake up at what my body believes to be 9am, however Nebraska time it's actually only 3am..I need to adjust to this in time for school, it's not healthy.

School. Now that is something I had not yet thought about. It has been nagging me for days now, but I alway pushed it to the back of my mind, what is gonna happen? I'm 17 that therefore, in England means i'm in year 12. Does that mean grade 12? Anyway, I know I have 2 years of 'High School' left before I go to University. It's going to be so hard to make friends, everyone will already have their little cliques and everyone knows newcomers are not welcome. I'm going to be like Kady in Mean Girls eating my lunch in the toilet by myself, I know it. It's going to be awful. Anyway, it's Tuesday night and i'm still shattered, I was going to get an early night again, I still have 5 days until I start my new school, which I don't even know the name of, and 5 days to get my body clock back working again, fuck.