Arriving Home

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I watched out of the window as the taxi driver drives down an all to familiar street. I smirk slightly as the taxi past Ashton's house. Ashton's my brothers best friend. We've known him since he was born seeing as our two families have been friends beginning in their collage years.

As we past by a few more houses I begin to get giddy my house,the home I've grown up in, was just two houses down. We then pull into my drive way the house looks just the same as ever aside from the few extra cars in the drive way, a few I recognize as my families. The other two I have no idea who they belong two. I take a deep breath as he stops in my drive way. No need to be worried I know everybody here. Hopefully. The extra cars aren't really reassuring

The taxi driver, Damon, i think he told me his name was had pulled my suitcases out of the trunk I turn to him and say " Thank you," as I paid him. He looked at me with a genuine smile and says "No problem. Have a nice day," before hopping back in cab and pulling out of my drive way.

I stood in the middle of the drive way just gazing up at my house. It probably looked a little cliché with how my suitcases were place on either side of me, but I didn't mind. I just wanted to admire the place for a bit. My family wasn't rich but we did make a lot of money. I took one last deep breath before hauling my suitcases up and walking towards the door. "Here goes nothing." I say to myself before stepping into the threshold.

A/N this is my first book ever so I hope you people like it. The picture is what her house looks like.

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