Brooke chapter 1
I hate my parents. In the middle of damned high school they decided to move across the world to London. Like I didn't have enough problems fitting in already. I'm trying to think of it as an adventure, but last time I checked having to go to a private school is not the ideal experience. I hopped off the plane with a head phone is one ear and my bags being rolled behind me. I trudged through the airport not even waiting for my parents or my brother Zack. There was a taxi waiting outside of the airport for us. The driver was waving a sign that read: Chapmins. I climbed into the cab and waited for my awfully slow family to catch up and join me. The airport wasn't to far from my house. Speaking of my house, it was huge. I walked inside and found my self staring at a large, sparkling chandelier hanging near the top of the long spiral staircase. I spun myself in a circle in complete shock of my new home. My mom just had to ruin the moment.
"Go get your stuff ready for school!" She said in her annoying high pitched voice.
