A trip to grocery store changed Natalie's life forever.
Finding out her mother is dead and the remaining of her family missing was NOT on Natalie's bucket list.
She now has to move to New York and live with her biological brothers and a sister -i...
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The sun was no longer visible as Selena and I talked. She was really easy to talk to, Apparently she lacked female contact as she lived with boys, living with them was like 'Handling 8 year old boys who were in a sugar rush' Her word, not mine.
I somehow managed to convince her to let me come to New York alone, by myself.
Not really.
Her and Xavier would come to get me at 10 tomorrow, Xavier had some 'Business' to deal with before we departure for my new house. Yeah, don't care
I ain't calling it home until the house feels like home. Don't @ me, I'm picky.
I bid her goodbye, Her assuring me we would have fun and what not, I tuned her out. As she drove away from the Mustang I saw earlier, I climbed in my bike and rode towards Caleb's house.
Cold wind nipping my face, I thought about the moment where I spoke in French, I don't want her- or anybody to know what happened in France, I lived in France with Mom ever since I was 2, French comes naturally to me since I lived there for Twelve Years, I would have lived in France for the entirety of my life if not for- . Mom met dad in a fair when I was three, it was like they instantly connected and when fast-forward they get married when I was four, I love him even though he's my step-Father.
When I was five, Mom gave birth to Leo, My Step-Brother, But he is so much more than that, I don't give a shit he's not my Brother by blood. Well he is in a way, But you know what I mean right?
We were inseparable, Leo is half-French, Half- American-Italian. My Grandmother was Italian, Grandfather was American. He has black hair, they are never stable, But that's him. We had the same brown eyes, inherited from my mother. After a certain incident, we left France. I wanted to get away from there. I figured Leo would be angry at me since we left in such a hurry, But my Seven -year old brother didn't object at all, Sensible boy he is, He uses all his brains in Pranking me, He knows I hate it when he pranks me, But secretly it's just a tad bit annoying to be drenched in flour when you're in the gym.
We moved to England till I was fourteen, I have had many memories there too, But coming to America was necessary, whether I liked it or not. I have a French accent, But I can hide it very well, Except when I speak in French the accent comes on full force, I wish I got the British Accent, Living there was quite an experience, I was mildly bullied, because I had the french accent. But it was a-ok , I was fine. Nothing I couldn't handle.
Putting my thoughts to a halt I enter the driveway to Caleb's house and jump of the bike. I walked towards the door and rang the doorbell, hurried footsteps was heard, and the door flung open revealing Mrs. Frazier, smiling brightly at me she widens the door and gestures me to come inside, she heads off to the kitchen and I follow suit.
