Moving On

*Lol okay, so first off- thanks to acakenson.. For putting up with my annoyingness and reading my description, telling me if it was good or not. ;D*

Now for the story. :D

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My dad used to abuse me. Some nights he would come home, act like everything was cool--even though it wasnt. Since I was a kid, I knew he was a drug addict. He tried to hide it, but he didn't do a  good job. One night.. He came home acting totally crazy. Screaming, yelling, throwing slaps and punches, pushing me into the walls. That night, was the night a neighbor heard him. She'd came and knocked on the door, but I couldn't even get up he had hurt me so much, so I screamed. I didn't know what else to do. She ran back into her house, and called the police. Thats how I ended up here- At my mom's house. In a different state. I'd have to start  basically a whole new life, try to somehow forget the past. I didn't want to be here, honestly. It's not that I don't like my mom.. Its just that.. We don't really have anything in common. We dont really talk. Even now that I'm moved in. I've been here since last week, and she's maybe said a total of 3 sentences to me. The day i came, she basically said: "food's in the fride, help yourself"," you can go for walks whenever you want Lani, we live on the beach, just tell me when you leave", and "its wrong what your dad did to you." Today, I decided to take her adivice and go down to the beach before school tomorrow.

As I put on my shoes, I said "I'm going to the beach, mom. I'll be back in a couple hours."

"Alright," she replied, "Take the $20 off the counter and buy yourself lunch or an ice cream or something."

I grabbed the $20 on my way out the door. While on the beach, I saw a little ice cream shop. I went inside, ordered a vanilla ice cream with brownie's, and sat down at one of the empty tables.  A couple minutes later, when I was about halfway done with my ice cream, a girl about my age came up to my table and sat down. "Hey," the girl said, "I'm Ali. I've never seen you around before, did you just move here?"

"Yeah," I say, "I moved here last week, I'm Lani."

"Well nice to meet you Lani, you look about my age.. What school are you going to?" She asked.

"Dawn Junior High, I'm going into 8th grade. How about you?" I answer.

"Really?!?! Same!!" exclaims Ali. Now I look at her- And try to think of her as a new friend. With her curly light brown hair, pink tank top, and short shorts on, she's really not someone I would usually hang out with. At my old school, I was friends with the more.. hardcore.. people. The ones who always wore black, and had more than one peircing-- not just ears. But hey, I'm supposed to be moving on, and forgetting about my old life. Right?

"Thats awesome! I hope we have a class together!," i tell her as i finish my ice cream up, "Well can i have your phone number? I'll call or text you before school tomorrow or something, we'll compare schedules." She gave me her number, and we said our goodbyes.

When I got to my mom's house [I'm not comfortable calling it my house yet]   I looked through the closet and decided to try on outfits for school tomorrow. It was my first day, after all, I wanted to make a good impression. I pulled out my favorite dark blue skinny jeans, a gray and black tank top, and a black cardigan. I changed into it, then looked in the mirror. My outfit was good. Now onto my face. I decided on no makeup, since at my old school I wore very heavy eyeliner. I'll put on the outfit, and a little lip gloss in the morning. I put my hair into two braids so that when I got up for school, it would be wavy and not just straight like usual.

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:D if you guys like this story, comment. if i get like barely any reads and comments, i won't be adding anything to this. The next chapter will be her first day of school, if i write any more. Yeah, please comment and add me as a fan(: