Moving around is hard. You start to feel lost. But this time its different. I met this curly haired boy that changed my life forever. When things start to go wrong new people enter and others leave, will he stick around? Will this curly haired boy save me? Or will he find me and take me.


1. New home

My mum and I are yet again in the car driving to our new home in London, for now. We've been moving a lot ever since I was 6 years old and I've never been told why were running or who from. When I was younger around the age of 14 I was determined to figure out why, but my mums too stubborn.  So im now 17 and im just doing what makes my mum happy, which is basically never having a life, never having friends or a boyfriend. Looking out the window I stared at all the people and admiring at how happy they were together while listening to Coldplay; I then turned to face my mother and saw that we where here. 

Pulling up into our new house I grabbed my things and left, storming into the house. I turned around taking it all in when I realised mum was watching me from the front door. 

"Are you okay honey?" She looked at me worriedly. I could see how scared my mum was and I know she feels guilty about everything we've been through and that's why I help her. I let out a heavy sigh and walked up to her and gave her a big hug."Im fine, lets unpack". I gave her a warm smile and walked out to the truck that pulled up our drive way with our furniture.

It took a couple of hours for us to unpack and decorate but it was worth it.

"Wow, it looks good mum" I said proudly 

"Yes, yes it does" She smiled 

"You better go to bed baby you have school tomorrow, dont want to be tired on your first day do you?" 

"Mmm no, hope you sleep well mum" 

"You too sweetie" She kissed me on the cheek and I went to my bedroom. 

I honestly do not want to go to a new school 'again', i'm only gonna make new friends that im gonna get close to and then gonna have to leave 'again'. This time i'm not gonna get close to anyone and im not gonna get hurt again. I promise this to myself.

I love my mum I really do and I want to do anything to help her and not hurt her, but I cant stand knowing she can hurt me so easily. She probably doesn't even realise it but, shes killing me. As a child when we moved she use to tuck me in and read me a bedtime story, before she left she would whisper in my ear "Im only trying to protect you, protect us". What does that even mean?  Who is she running from and why won't she tell me?

Moving off to my bedroom I stop at the bathroom and had a hot shower letting my emotions run free and out of me. Stepping out I wrapped a towel around me and my hair, entering my bedroom I got changed into my soft pink pjs with teddy bears on them. I layed in bed and was on my phone. I cant text my old friends as they are angry I left them. I then decided to then go on Facebook and to start my life fresh. Well try to anyway. I made a status saying:

'New house, New school and New friends. This could be good for me, you never know what might happen. As people say everything happens for a reason. Goodnight x'

I turned my phone off and placed it on my bedside table. Turning off the lamp I cuddled up to my pillow letting sleep take over.

 Im  sorry that its a short first chapter but I want what happens next separate  Please LIKE, FAVOURITE and FAN ME!! Please tell me what you want to happen along the way but please no hate this is my first story and will only accept improvements :)

Love Brittany <3 Can you get me to 20 Likes? If so Ill start reading others stories :) x

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