Louis's dad got an amazing new job opportunity in another town. Now his family has to move which means new school, new friends, new football team, & new TEACHERS. Louis quite upset. He just finally got over his dark past and felt like things were st...
of course like most stories, this will start out a little slow, probably boring, and maybe even a little cringy but bear with me please. (Btw the picture above is the new house)
Louis The last box. Finally. I'm tired of unpacking. I never wanted to move to this dreadful ass house in this dreadful ass town in the first place.
Mum told me it would be good for me to get a fresh start but a fresh start means being a nobody again. Coming out again. Trying to make friends, again. I don't even like to talk to people, I already know how the conversation will end.
Call me negative if you want. But if it were my choice I would have stayed in Doncaster and been positive Paul the rest of my life.
I'm not going to lie, the house isn't terrible it's actually quite nice. Not too big but definitely not too small. Mum calls it cozy. I call it ugly.
Never would I ever choose to live in a bloody house that is green. Disgusting. A soft knock on my door pulls me out of thoughts and I see my mum poke her head in.
"Loubear... I've got all of your bedding clean downstairs when you're ready for it." She says carefully as if sad or scared of what I might say and I stare at her with a blank look on my face.
Noticing her tone I soften a bit and nod for her to come in. I walk over and plop onto my bare mattress, my mum doing the same beside me.
"Mum I really don't mean to be such a bloat about all of this, yknow.. It's just upsetting. I was just starting to get my life straight in Doncaster. Now I have to start over. God only knows how school will be here."
She looks over at me with understanding eyes and wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into her and I lay my head on her shoulder. "Bear I know it's not going to be easy. I'm so sorry we had to uproot everything but put yourself in your fathers shoes. He just wants to give us the life he thinks we deserve. Try not to be so hard on him Lou."
She sighs softly and I glance up and her before keeping my eyes down and nod. She's not lying there. My dad is truly working his arse off for us and here I am being a brat.
"Alright mum. Did you register me at the new school yet then?" I ask with a small frown and sit up this times, picking at my pink fingernail polish.
Mum looks over at me, taking her arm from around me and grabbing my hands making me look at her.
"Yes Louis i did, you start Monday. But I want you to listen to me. You are beautiful and you are brave. I don't want you letting anyone destroy your confidence that we've worked so hard to build up."
She says sternly but I can see her eyes getting a little glossy. Great, I have two to mentally prepare myself for hell.
I nod and a small smile makes it way onto my lips. She smiles back and stands up making her way to the door, "I'll be downstairs unpacking the rest of the kitchen, yell if you need me boobear."
Waking up the next morning, I rub my eyes and stare at the ceiling. I finished decorating my room last night. I still have some finishing touches but I feel quite satisfied with it.
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I groan loudly remembering that I start school Monday. A loud ding goes off as I receive a text. Reaching over and unplugging my phone I check and see that it was my mum.
Mum💗: 'Come down when you wake up Lou we need to go school shopping. Your principal emailed me a list of supplies yesterday that you'll need. Xx'
Letting out another loud groan, I roll out of bed and shiver at how cold the floors are. Probably need to invest in more fuzzy socks being that I have tile floor now and not carpet. Ugh.
I tip-toe to my closet and pull out a pastel pink jumper and black leggings before going wash up in the bathroom attached to my room.
Once done I make my way to the dresser by my bed and pull out the drawer I stuffed all my socks in and put on a pink fuzzy pair that match my hoodie pulling on my cozy uggs with the little bows on the back.
I try and dress accordingly being that it's mid October and getting to be pretty chilly outside. Plus I get cold easy.
Grabbing my phone and black Kate Spade backpack/purse I make my way downstairs where I see my mum sitting at the bar drinking coffee from her 'New Orleans' mug that we had got years back. "So where are we going?"
Okay so that's the end of the first chapter. I feel like it's terrible but I promise things will get better. Thanks for reading so far it means SO MUCH. pls vote and all that kaka.
