I can't do this anymore. Moving from place to place is so hard. I move houses all the time, the longest I have stayed somewhere was 9 months. My dad is a drunk and my mum passed away when I was 7, it's been 10 years since she died. 10 years since I had a proper home. 10 years since I was loved and cared for and now I have nothing.
My dad told me to go away and leave him to his drinks. I went for a walk to have a look at my new neighborhood. There aren't many people that live here. I went and knocked on a door to introduce myself.
"Hi, my name is Elena Bell, I'm new to this neighbourhood" I said. "Well hello there! My name Sarah Sprouse, would you like to come inside and have some tea?" The middle aged lady said. "Well I suppose... actually yes please! That would be great thanks" "Come inside and have a seat" she said.
"So what highschool will you be going to?" She asked while handing me a mug of tea. "I will be going to Westwood High School, I'm starting tomorrow actually" I said. "That's wonderful because my son Cole goes there! You two can be great friends!" She said. "Well yes that would be great thanks". We talked for about an hour about life and how long she's lived here. I went home satisfied with how well we got along, despite our age difference.
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RomanceAbout a girl who has depression and is lonely until she meets a guy called Cole. Can he bring her out of her depressional state and make her see what's really important?
