Chapter 1.

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The beginning.....

When I'm walking to my appartment I thought about all the things I left. My home, my friends, my family. Well I didn't have much friends but at least some.

Where are my keys? I look into my pockets but can't find any. Why do I always have to be so sloppy. The thought of being ordered failed already.

When I search for my keys in my backpack a blonde boy walks along. He doesn't seem to see me and runs into me.

'ow...I'm sorry' he looks up. I think he is 19 years old. I hear his loud music from his earphones. I have never like earphones. When you wear those things you can 't watch out for cars or others.

'no problem' I tell him. I want to tell him how bad it is for his ears, but I don't think he would apreciate that.

When I finally find my keys in my backpack I'm looking at the boy who is running threw the street.

I don't like running and I will never will. Why should I? It's just so exhausting. Lost in my thought I walk into the apartment.

I smell the recognisable smell of a new home. I don't like that smell though. It needs to smell like the scented candles who remind me of my mother's house.

I do need to get used to the small kitchen and closet, but I'll like it here. When I was starting to begin with unpacking, I hear a knock on the door.

When I open the door I see my brother.

'Hey!' I say when he hugs me.

'Hey little sis!' He knows I'm the older one, but he is much taller than me.

'Are you going to miss me?' I ask. Knowing that he will make a joke.

'You mean that irritating girl?' he teases. I knew it.

'Yes, but you can leave the irritating and change it into lovely' I say. I always love these conversations with my brother.

'I don't like the smell of this place' My brother says. My brother and I are just the same.

'Yep..... I don't like it either, I hope it will disapear' I say. He nods and looks around the room

He turns around and looks at all the bags that are still packed.

'Shall I help unpack then?' He laughs and lifts up some bags.

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