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Kira's Pov
Hello my Name is Kira and i was dragged to a new country by my parents.I had just gotten a boyfriend and some friends then BOOM we are moving away.
Im not that mad though,i mean we have a big house that was finally finished and i kinda needed a "new start" because things were getting a little out of hand in Australia.
I know i might sound like a bitch right now but when you always move from country to country and town to town you learn not to get attached
to the people and your surroundings but like always i believed my parents when they told me it was the last time we were moving,LIES.
*At Her house*
We finally got to to a town called Beckon Hills and I have got to say everyone here is actually really friendly,i mean i got a smile from the flight attendant and not
a sucking up smile but like a friendly smile.Im guessing she didn't know who we are but that didn't last long,as soon as she heard my last name she started to suck up.
Every five minutes she always asked us if we needed anything and like always my mom bluntly asked her to stop sucking up to us and go focus on other people.
When we got to the house I was so surprised at how nice and big our house was compared to the houses surrounding us.
I looked around and saw that my mom and dad were looking at me with amusement in their eyes
"Do you like the house Kira??" my mom asked with uncertainty in her eyes
"I LOVE IT !!!!"
"Im glad you do honey but now get your ass to the moving truck before your moms goes all bitch mode on us and threaten to cut off my balls again"
I tried so hard to stifle that laugh but i couldn't because i knew it was true and i have witnessed it before.
"I love how your laughing about this but when I'm the one eating your aunts tripe fudge brownies and your stuck with store bought cookies"
I stopped laughing real quick because my aunts triple fudge brownies were no joke they were the best,when you have a aunt who gets paid to cook everything it good
but theres something she puts in the brownies and only she knows the recipe.There is something about those brownies that can make you so aggressive to get your hands on one.
Once my dad didn't talk to me for weeks because i took the last brownie.
Knowing my aunt she probably my mom the batch of brownies because she knew when we got to the house me and dad weren't doing shit and would let mom do everything.
With mom knowing very well that dad and i wouldn't be doing any work once we got to the house she happily accepted the batch.Thus causing her to happily threaten us on the ride to our new home.Of course she threatened us differently,me with not going to Paris with her and dad with no sex and cutting off his balls.Dad and i knew from experience that she keeps to her threats,Im not even gunna start when dad didn't want to the garbage out,lets just say he couldn't walk without limping
My mom is a rule women when she wants to be but i guess you have to be kinda cruel and blunt which she is in her line of business.