So, it didn't exactly start with a boy. I needed something to draw you in until I get to that part of my story.
August 12th
As I slowly hauled the last box into the enormous house I was hopelessly forced to move into, I made myself comfortable on the plastic-covered couch that sat in the new living room. This wasn't home; it
never was. My Dad works for the government on very confidential matters so, consequently, we have to move around quite frequently. It began when I was six; I remember the loud cheering and "Happy Birthday little one!" as my head spun in a million directions trying to figure out what the big deal was. It wasn't just my birthday, it was also the day my Dad got his job as an agent for the government. Three weeks later, we found out that we had to move to Charlotte, North Carolina, just before the beginning of my senior year of high school. Long story short, I've never felt like I've been somewhere long enough where I belong. Things in my life have always been so temporary; friends, school, and relationships in general. I've never felt the need to associate with people at school because I don't know how long I'll see them. I'm Elizabeth by the way, but I feel like that name doesn't suit me very well so I just go by Liz or Lizzie. I have wavy red hair with freckles to match and a knack for skinny jeans and t-shirts. My Dad always tells me I was born in the wrong decade because my music taste consists of everything except what is produced in my time (Frank Sinatra, The Killers, Dean Martin, Green Day, and the list goes on). I've always loved what isn't very common, I enjoy the rarities of life. Anyway, back to the story. When I begin my senior year this month, it will be different than any other school I've gone to because I signed up to do a "study abroad" program in Newcastle, Australia. I am nervous but also have a sense of excitement to see the world in a different light, away from my parents and semi familiar home.
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Brown Eyed Boy // Ashton Irwin Fic
Ficção AdolescenteI believe starting something is just as difficult as ending it; we cannot choose how events transpire but we do control what comes after. Stay with me and I promise, it will all make sense in the end. It all started with a messy haired boy.
