The Last 4

Chapter 1: The Move

*Picture above is Willow. Hope you enjoy my story!*

As I drove along the bumpy roads of Millsfield with my dad, I see a school with lots of boys. At first I think it is an all boys school, but then I notice three girls, about my age, sat around a table in the corner --- a pretty girl with her straight brown hair in a high ponytail, wearing ripped jeans, a dark green t-shirt and a camo jacket, a picture-perfect girl with long, wavy, dirty blonde hair, reading 2 books at once, and a ragged girl with messy, dark blonde hair and uncoordinated clothes, not that I would care, and it didn't look like anyone else did either. I also saw two boys sitting around another table near them, talking, and every so often glancing around.

We drove past lots of houses, and, once we got to our new street, I counted them until we got to number 83. It was a massive 20th century house, with a vast garden and lots of space around the front. Inside was even better. There were 4 bedrooms, so one of them would be converted to dad's office and another to whatever I wanted. The living room was almost the size of all of downstairs in our old house. The dining room and kitchen were connected by a window over the counter. There was even a games room! I had a feeling I was going to like it there.

3 days later, most of the unpacking was done (dad did most of mine) and it was time for me to meet some new friends. I was just about to leave the house when there was a knock on the door. Dad went to open the door. I heard someone talking - a girl. It must have been one of the girls I saw sitting in a corner. Being the nosy person I was, I pressed my ear to the door.
"... So I just thought we should come and greet our new neighbours! Do you have any children?"
Dad said yes and called me to come and meet the girls. I eased myself away from the door so it wouldn't make a sound, and so I appeared to be watching the TV. Tripping over several boxes and my own feet on the way, I made my way through the rest of the jumble that hadn't been sorted to the front door. Sure enough, there were the three girls I had seen at school. They gasped when they saw me.
"Ohmygosh. Another girl!" Exclaimed the bookworm. The others just stared. "Hi, my name is Willow. What are yours?" I asked just to be polite.
"My name is Maddie," the bookworm replied, "and this is Evie," she pointed to the girl in ripped jeans, "and Alex," the ragged girl. "Do you want to walk to school with us?" Evie asked.
"Well, um, I'm not actually enrolled yet. We were going today," I replied.
"You could go with them," dad told me. "I want you to make friends as soon as you can. I'll catch you up in the car once the football match has finished." Typical dad, putting football first. Anyway, I said bye to dad and started walking to school with Maddie, Evie and Alex.

"So what's the deal with the boys?" I asked, to make conversation.

"Oh. The boys," said Maddie. She sounded like she was deciding whether or not to tell something. "Yea, why are there so many boys and barely any girls?" I asked. "You three are the only girls I've met so far."

"That's because we're the only girls left," Alex said, sadly. "Add you, and we're the Last 4."