Camilla Riddle and her sister lived in America until they moved to England where her worst nightmares and best dreams all came true. She finds herself in a tough situation, split between what her sister wants and what her new found love interest wan...
I lived in America in New York but we were moving to London soon and I was terrified. How could mom and dad do this to me, pull me away from all of my friends, I had all of my best memories here!
I was lost in thought until my mom Burst through the door "Sweetheart! I hope you're all packed because we are leaving tomorrow!"
"Mom! why didn't you tell me this earlier, I'm barely packed!" I said with an angry tone. "Sweetheart, we told you last week. I suggest you get packing before I get Barty involved!" she knew I was afraid of him and I didn't want him to be involved so I just nodded and grabbed my trunk out of my closet. Barty is my step-father, I don't know who my real father was because every time I ask my Mom she tenses up and changes the subject, I've always wondered if she's hiding something.
I don't like arguing with my parents because they always win. My sister Kiara always gets their love because she is the perfect child, perfect grades, perfect friends, perfect everything. I love my sister but sometimes its annoying that my parents love her more than me even though they won't admit it, they make it very obvious.
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We had just got off of the plane and headed to the Taxi that we ordered to come get us. The closer we got the more nervous I felt about the hole situation, my sister on the other hand was extremely excited for this new period of life. I looked over at her to see that her head was popped out of the window staring amazed at all of the bright lights and big buildings. I rolled my eyes and continued scrolling through my phone.
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When we got to the house we started to bring all of our bags into the large house my parents had bought with the money we got from selling our house in america. It was very large, a three story white building with a grey roof, was standing in front of me. I felt stress surge through my body as I stared at the expensively large house in front of me. The taxi driver smiled and waved at us as we walked away from the car. I walked into the house with my Trunk in hand. I walked into the room my Parents had picked for me too have, It was a small but simple room that I could see myself enjoying through out the years.
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