Yours, truly

Chapter 3.

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Haley

What to wear on your first day at your new school? Will the question ever be answered?

All of my newly organised clothes were now scattered on the floor of my new bedroom and I was still in my pyjamas. I doubt I could go to school like this.

I couldn't help but imagine what my day would be like if I did.

I could smell Mom's waffles from downstairs and I heard the footsteps of Dylan running around the house like a madman.

My dark hair was already washed and dried I just needed something to wear.

"Breakfast!" My mom yelled from the kitchen and I sighed. I heard my brother's footsteps stomp on the white hardwood as he ran across the landing and down the stairs.

I made sure to wake up extra early this morning so I wouldn't be late but I still couldn't find a damn thing to wear. I really should have made this decision yesterday to avoid stressing. But here I am, indeed stressing.

First impressions or whatever.

Yesterday I spent most of the day unpacking but we did go out and 'explore' as Mom called it. I don't think I'd call going food shopping and bowling exploring. She thought it would be fun so we went into this little restaurant with colourful walls, booths with glass table tops and a big chalkboard sign that read Mondays.

Dylan won by a mile because Mom's bowling ball kept going in the gutter and I kept accidentally aiming for the sides rather than the middle.

I settled for the most basic outfit I could find, my grey sweats, black top and sneakers.

I attempted to shove all my remaining clothes back into my new wardrobe. They lay in a tangled pile on the floor of it.

"I'll fix that later" I muttered closing the door and hiding my eyes from the monstrous creature that was my multiple hoodies and luminous pink bras.

I wasn't the most fashionable person in the world, at all. I had no original style and you would be lucky to even get me out of my usual jumper and sweats attire.

I finished my outfit off with a small necklace, and my two favourite small gold bracelets and after frustratedly messing with my hair for a bit I decided to keep it down.

I walked out of my room carrying my phone, keys and my school bag, its contents were slim to none. As I reached the end of the stairs and into the kitchen, the smell of maple syrup and waffle batter reached my nose.

While coming down the stairs I felt weird. I wasn't used to a big house with stairs and uncountable windows with a big garden on a nice street.
I was used to our old but comfortable apartment building right between a bodega and a small Italian restaurant.
I was used to my small box bedroom and the six-minute walk to the park.

California was different. Each house was bigger than the last one you looked at and it was ridiculously hot. Even in January.

This house was nice I just wasn't used to it. For now, it was mostly empty, only filled with big depressing cardboard boxes holding all our possessions. I made it my mission to unpack as quickly as possible.