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September
The sun was just rising as you arrived in your new neighbourhood. The drive had been gruelling- you had never been one for long car rides- but your attention had been fuelled by all the new sights. Hurricane, Utah was certainly predominantly dry looking, and you already knew the sunlight was going to burn your eyes anytime you tried to go anywhere.
Still, you had an innate appreciation for any kind of scenery, a talent that could make even the most drab alleyway oddly picturesque. To you, there was something almost romantic about all the dryness.
Besides, you’d seen some water bodies on the way, so surely the arid look of your neighbourhood wouldn’t be too bad.
Your mum’s car pulled up to the driveway slowly. Your new house was a nice, suburban family home. Beside your car was the moving truck, bringing the last load of boxes to your house. You sighed, thinking of the unpacking that lay ahead as you heaved yourself up and out of the car.
You took a moment to breathe in the sights, sounds and feelings of your new environment. It was already getting hot, but there was a small, gracious breeze passing by. You could hear a couple of birds singing in the distance, as your new suburban neighbourhood sprawled out all around you.
Your thoughts started to swirl.
Wow, it is pretty nice here. I wonder what school will be like. I guess it won’t matter too much, I’ve only got a year left. Why would we move if I’ve only got a year left of high school? I hope I make friends. Maybe. No biggie if I don’t I guess. Maybe I’m better off alone. No one would want to be friends with me anyway. They’ve all got their cliques already, I figure. But that’s okay.
Oh my god, brain, shut up.
Take it slow.
Baby steps.
A call from your mum snapped you back to reality.
”Y/N, I think your boxes are in the truck. You can start unloading if you’d like.”
”Oh… Yes! Will do.”
Cut to you, lugging your boxes of room decor up the stairs. Your room was cozy and square, with a window looking out onto the front lawn and the neighbourhood beyond. You set the boxes down and slumped onto your bed, exhaling.
Who knew what moving to a new state would entail? You supposed you would just have to wait and see what your new life had to offer.
You were about to sink into sweet respite when the doorbell rang downstairs, startling you awake. You heard your mom open the door and exchange an excited greeting. Moments later, she called your name.
”Y/N, come downstairs! I’ve got someone for you to meet.”