What We Never Expected

1 - Moving In

Clara

I've never seen the house before, my dads have only described it. They told me that I would love it, but I just had to see it for myself. I couldn't wait!

Moving from Africa to California was big, so this better be good. New house, new friends, new life, new everything.

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When we got there I thought that the house looked interesting. The grass was cut, flowers made a pathway to the door, and beautiful lights were everywhere. My dads where right! "I love it!" I squeal.

"Well, we know you very  well. We just knew what you would love," they both said with glee.

BELLAMY

"Bellamy go to the back yard and practice your swimming," my mom, Jane, said from the kitchen.

"OK, mom." I head out the front door only because I'm scared to go through the back door since my sister's dog is there.

As I'm walking through the front yard, I see my dad, Rafael.

"Look, Bellamy! The new neighbours just arrived," he said, watching the moving truck pull out of the neighbour's driveway so the he could see the family moving their boxes into their brand new house.

I look to see if there would be anyone that was around my age, and right when I thought it was just two guys, I saw this girl follow them with more boxes. She was hot. Her curly hair all up in a high pony tail, and what I could see from here was that she was wearing pink heels, a beautiful floral skirt, and a crop top

I eventually stopped staring and went to the back to start swimming. All I could think about was meeting her.

CLARA

When I got out of the back seat of my parent's van, I saw this kid who lived right in front of my house. He was wearing swimming trunks with floozies on his arm and those flipper thingys that scuba divers wear sometimes. He was staring at me, but I just ignored it.

I went inside the house to pick my room. There was 3 small rooms and 1 big room. I end up choosing the biggest room in the house. Hopefully my dads are OK with that.

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I spent 2 days unpacking and I start school next week. I keep on telling myself that good things will happen and that nothing will go wrong, but that doesn't work and I end up getting worried of all the bad things that could end up happening. Whenever I feel like this, I always talk to my dads, but right now I don't think this would be a major thing to complain about. I should let my dads get comfortable in the house before I go and complain to them about my worries.