Every Storm (Punk/Dirty Luke Hemmings Fanfiction)

1.// Moving

Hello, my name is Isabella. I am 18. I am moving out of my parents house in two days into a dorm with two other people.

I know One of them. Her name is Diana and she is really sweet. But for the other, I don't know yet.

I have to begin packing today, I got a few boxes done than go downstairs for dinner.

"How is your packing coming along Isabella?" My father asks me.

"Good, I'll need to pack up more tomorrow." He nods his head.

I dish myself up a piece of pizza and sit down next to my little brother.

His name is Jackson and he is 11.

"How are you today Jack?" I ask him.

"Good. How have you been?" He looks up at me.

"Tiered, But okay." he smiles and goes back to his pizza.

I Finnish my piece only five minutes later and go back upstairs.

I Finnish the box I was working on before dinner and close it up.

I only have three boxes done because I have been having to go through everything in my room and pick out the things I really want to bring.

I am tiered, so I get my pj's on and go to sleep in my comfy Bed, wrapping myself in my Purple sheets.

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In the morning I finished packing my things. I am leaving tomorrow!

I will be living 1 hour and a half away from home. My new college is about two minutes from my dorm which will be nice.

"Isabella?" My father comes into my room.

"Yes Daddy?" I ask.

"Do you need any help?"

"No, I just finished actually. But thank you."

He gives me a warm smile. "Come with me. Were all going somewhere."

I follow him and go to the car.

We join my mother, and Jackson in the back seat.

We drive for ten minutes and pull up to a bowling ally.

I turn to Jackson and he does the same. we high five each other.

We love bowling! I get out of the car, Jackson and I followed my parents inside.

They pay for a lane of one game and we tell the man behind the counter our shoe sizes.

He hands Jackson his first than me and my mother.

"Thank you." I say and grab them off the counter.

My dad gets his and we walk to the lane.

I slip my bowling shoes on and began typing in our names.

"Isabella, Jackson." My Father gets our attention.

I flip around and look at him.

"Nachos or French fries?" Jack looks at me, than back at Dad.

"French fries!" We both say.

He chuckles at us and nods, "okay. I'll be back."

"Okay, We will start the game up." my mother says.

She hands him a ten dollar bill and he walks off to the concession stand.

I was done with the names and clicked on start.

"Jackson, You're first." I tell him.

"Okay." He brings his ball over and I go and grab one with my Mother.