Pisces POV:
Nothing like moving a few days before your birthday. Away from my heart, away from the woods, away from my home. I daydream about the way people would look at me, the way everyone would stare, the way the world would frown upon me...like it already does.
I open my eyes, to see the radio read 3: 30pm, inside the car.
"We're here, sweetie", says Dad. It was a shabby looking place, giving me the weirdest vibe. Its painted with a navy blue, white trim, two story, and pretty tall.
I grab my suit case from the back of the car. My parents decided that we should move in when all the stuff was unpacked and furniture was placed.
So here we are. Home sweet home.
"Youre going to make some really gonna make some good friends here!", he says, patting my head, "You should try to talk to some of the new kids in town."
I just walk away from him, as my mom is already inside, admiring the beauty of the house. I walk upstairs to my room, and lay on my bed, falling asleep not waking up, till the morning.
"Annie", whispers my mother, tapping my shoulder, "Sweetpea, wake up. I made breakfast, but I need you to get dressed and ready before you come down."
"Thanks," I whisper, grabbing my sweatshirt, cut skinny jeans and sneakers. I put on my makeup and leave my maroon hair down.
I finish tying my sneakers and walk downstairs with my backpack over my shoulder. I could hear my mother humming...humming the song she would sing to me when I was just a kid. She still sings it to me when I wake up throughout my weeks of anxiety and nightmares.
I stand in the doorway of the kitchen. My mother cooking near the stove, my father reading the newspaper. I look around, seeing different shades of yellow on many different objects.
"Go on, darling. Your plate is there.", said my mother, pointing to the table. I sit, and grab a piece of toast, trying to aviod conversation.
"Annie", says father, putting his paper down, "maybe you should wear something not so...issolating."
My mother gives father a look of fear, trying to tell him to 'shut up' telepathiclly.
"I think shes fine in what shes comfortable in wearing."
"I just want my daughter to keep herself company, make new friends...". Blah blah blah. They continue to bicker, while i grab my bag and start walking to school.
I wanna go home. I told myself. This is not home.
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Pisces x Scorpio
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