Emiry
I locked door behind me and make my way to the living room. I spotted my mom sitting in one of our stool chair with her hands cupping a mug on top of the kitchen island.
She has this nervous and hesitant look on her face and kept staring down her mug.
"Mom?"
She seemed to be surprised by my voice and look up to me, "Hey honey you're home."
"No i'm at the park." i joked, rolling my eyes.
"Of course i'm home, you told me to come home early remember?"
"Oh yeah."
"Mom what's wrong?" she take a deep breath before she started talking.
"Emiry honey i know how hard it is for you to take this and i'm not blaming you if you're gonna be mad but-"
"Wait wait, what are you talking about?"
On the other hand i perfectly know what she's talking about but i just can't believe we're doing this again.
"Emiry please listen to me first." she grab ahold of my hand.
I sat down on the stool in front of her.
"You know your dad has been working really hard for us, but we weren't in much luck right now. He's offered for a new job in London and-"
Once again i cut her off.
"Mom." i sighed.
"Emiry."
"Mom do you know how long it took me to be what i am right now?"
"Yes! I clearly knew that but-"
"We've been here for only half a year and we're are moving again?! You expect me to move all the way across the world and-and make new friends all over again?" my voice cracked in the end.
"I know Emiry, it's hard but this job can pay your dad real good and he can earn more than what he's earning right now."
I hear footsteps coming closer and i saw my dad in the front door making our way to us.
"What's happening?" he asked.
"I was just telling Emiry about your new job." she explained.
"Look Emiry i'm sorry i have to do this again but it's all really for our own good." my dad told me.
I swallowed the lump in my throat thinking about this. I thought that this would be the last, well at least that's what they said six months ago.
okay i'm just being dramatic.
I'll move out from here to a new place but eventually i'll move out too so i don't think i'll be missing much. And about my friends - who am i kidding i don't even have any friends, only Alicia but it's not much of a big deal.
I just, i don't want to start over again. Go through the new girl phase all over again and pretend like you didn't hear any rude comments about your hair or outfit. I'm just tired.
I ran my fingers through my hair and sigh.
"Okay."
"Really?" my mom's eyes almost fell out of its sockets.
"Yes, as long as i have my own room." I pointed my fingers at them as a warning in a joking way.
I see the grin across my parents's face and my mom squealed while hugging me.
"We'll try our best." my dad said still grinning.
okay let's go through this
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This story is based on pure fiction. None of the characters are real (Besides One Direction which is based on their name and appearance only). All the characters are made up.
English is not my mother language. I've just been learning it since i was in kindergarden which means i'm sorry for wrong grammar or vocab what so ever.
Yeah i know i haven't even finish my last story but i'm just really feeling the vibe of this one right now. Comment your thoughts on this shitty intro? :)
-jess
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fluke // niall au
Fanfictiontwo independents who find each other always in the same mess and soon enough they realize they have more than just hate towards each other