Forced Fresh Start

Seventeen year old Sami Gray lives in dreary New Zealand, but when things start going down hill, she moves to London to make a fresh start. What will happen when she meets 5 teenage boys and is forced to live with them? Will her dislike of their careers and celebrity persona ruin everything for her, or will she change her mind and enjoy the path that her new life is taking her on?


2. Saying Goodbye

The funeral was over, and I had said my final goodbyes to my parents. I couldn't believe that they were really gone. I still hadn't cried about anything, I don't know why, but it just never happened. When I got home I had to finish packing since I was leaving with Uncle Paul early the next morning. He had flown over for the funeral and was taking me back with him. He was being really good about everything and he understood that I wasn't exactly pleased with having to move halfway across the world, and leaving everything I have ever known. 

I was sitting on the floor in my room when I heard a soft knock on my door.

"Come in" I didn't want to get up, and it's not like I had a lock on my door.

"It's getting late Sam, you should really be getting some sleep, we have to leave really early." It was Uncle Paul. I always remembered him being the same, firm in what he said but always caring.

"Okay, thanks Uncle." I got up and he kissed my forehead before leaving me to go to bed. I got myself ready, having left the stuff I would need unpacked.


I had just put my luggage though the check in place and was waiting for our flight to be called so we could board.

"Come here Smee." Jacob said as he pulled me into his iron grip.

"I'm gonna miss you so much. I love you!" I mumbled into his chest.

"Same here twerp. I'll write to you as much as I can, once I'm stationed in where ever I will be." He was mumbling into my hair so he was barely audible.

We heard the speaker call our flight number, and Jacob finally released me.

"Stay safe, okay" He nodded in response

That was the last thing I said to him before Uncle Paul and I turned and walked through the terminal so we could then take our seats on the plane. I hated saying goodbye, but atleast I knew things could only get better from here, right?

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