The Fall of the Bad Boy

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Clara Scott

"We're here." Dad announced as he parked the car in the driveway to our new home or I should say, temporary home.

He was excited about moving here and promised that we will be staying here for a long while. That's what he always say when we move to a new place. The least we have stuck around in a place is a year and a half, not more than that. The house was a small one compare to our previous home. I don't really care of the size of the home, I just want it to feel like home. The floor was made of woods. As soon as you walk in, you can see stairs leading upstairs. The dinning room was empty and there was a chandelier on the ceiling. The open kitchen was smaller but beautifully made of marbles.

We hardly have any stuffs because of all the moving around. The moving truck stopped in front of the house and the men got out from the truck to help us unload.

Tomorrow was Saturday, which give us sometime to unpack. The men helped us put the shelves, couch and things in places.

"You might need this." One of the man said as he placed some restaurant's take out menu and numbers. "Welcome to Chicago." He give us a salute before walking out of the house with his colleagues.

"Thanks." Dad said and scanned the menu quickly. "Hungry?" He asked and I nodded my head.

"Pizzas?"

"Sure." I said.

I tried unpacking as much as I could. I put on bed sheet for both of our beds. I took out the toiletries and placed it on the washroom. I unpack my clothes and things and started decorating my room.

"Pizzas here." Dad called out after an hour. I rushed down, I was famished after all the travel and unpacking.

"We will go groceries shopping tomorrow and buy your school stuffs." He said and I nodded my head as a respond.

After dinner, I unpack some of the plates and cups while Dad went to unpack his things in his room. I lit scented candles around the place. The house look much more better now. The furnitures are all in places. I will vacuum the house tomorrow and continue to unpack. I went to bed early as I was exhausted.

The next morning after breakfast, Dad and I went to do groceries shopping and bought my school supplies and when I came home. I vacuumed the whole house while Dad cooked for us. He's a better cook than me. I put picture frames around the house. After lunch, we unpack some more and by the end of the day we were done with unpacking and the house look so much comfortable.

I put fairy lights on the wall above my bedpost and put some photographs on the bare wall. Dad was able to find a wall bookshelf for me and I was able to put my favourite books on the book shelf. My room looked so much better with the things that I love surrounding me. I looked out of the window. The road was bare and I hardly saw anyone walking. I don't even have friends that I can text.. moving around has made me socially awkward. Due to us moving around a lot, I hardly have any friends and the friends that I did make- we lost contacts in the middle.

I was not excited to be the "new kids" in school. I hate the stares and the curiosity of the students. Monday rolled by way quicker than I wanted. I made our lunch boxes.He was starting his work in the bank as a financial advisor.I was proud of him. I checked from the Google map that it takes about 20 minutes by bus to go to school and about 8 minutes by car. Dad said he will drop me off today and I was more than happy to take his offer. The school was big and beautiful. Cars were rolling in and out of the school as soon as he pulled in.

"Have a good day, honey." He called out.

"You too, and don't forget to relax." I smiled at him as I stepped out of his car. Curious looks was thrown at me as I walked to the inside of the school. It's still early, I just have to report to the office, get my schedule and figure out where my locker is and how to get to classes on time.