Summer Breeze

A New Start

Nothing is more painful than having to move, every year. New year, new neighbourhood, new school and no friends. It started years ago, well since I can remember, I mean it is natural now as my mum is Alexis Coopers, the famous actor, the one in all those theatre productions that travel the world. So, every year I have to move unless I want to be stuck with old Grandma Josie and Grandpa Biron in Scotland, where the sun never shines because you stuck playing bingo in the old retirement village hall, which let's just say no one likes it when you are stuck somewhere you don't want to be, but all I wish that this year is going to better than the last 15 years of my life. After travelling the sky, I finally found out that California is my new "home". I say in quotation as I don't think we will be there for long.

"Amber come here, the neighbours have come to visit, I want you to meet them," Mum shouted from the bottom of the stairs which connected to a long hallway.

My bedroom is the last door on the right, it isn't much, fits my four-post bed and my homework desk, which sits right next to a bay window and people say that a girl's room is their favourite place at home. Well for others maybe but for me, it is the left door at the end of the hallway, that is my home, the place I belong, the room where my imagination is created. It is a space where all my ideas become real. Believe me, it is perfect.

Before I went downstairs I fixed up my messy bun that sat perfectly in the middle of my head and changed into one of my favourite outfits: mustard yellow cropped jumper and ripped denim jeans, I really didn't want to put any shoes on but I also hate people looking at my feet so I slipped on my ankle black heel boots. I slowly walked down the hallway but being my clumsy self, I miss judged the stairs, missing the first step causing me to not only fall down a flight of stairs but make a complete fool out of myself.

Bracing for impact thinking I was obviously going face-first into the cold and hard tiles but before I could land on the cold tiles below. I stopped and found myself in the arms of a boy, he seemed to my age; but something was different about him.