torn between two

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Luka's POV

I watch as Juleka scrolls through her phone. She seems to be taking the move much harder than I expected, but it simply had to be done.

We were going bankrupt, and we couldn't afford to live in that expensive neighborhood.

So here we are in a tiny houseboat in Paris, my sister and I will be going to Collège Françoise Dupont in one week. It seems so short, only one week to adjust to a whole new way of life.

But I get it, we are coming mid-school year and we need to get caught up.

But back to Jules (Juleka).

In our last neighborhood she was very popular, mainly because we had a gigantic house with a pool. But you know how middle school is.

Anyways, her so called friends never actually respected her or even cared how she was feeling. Now her "friends" are long over her and she hasn't even spoken to them in weeks. I wish she would go out and try to make some new friends, but she really hasn't given that idea any thought.

After all of this, I learned to appreciate my mom way more. She has had to take care of my sister and I all alone ever since my dad left us. She's been an incredible role model and has always been so positive.

Even when Juleka was oblivious to our lack of money and would constantly ask to go shopping or to get a new phone, my mom would just work harder to give my sister more.

But I noticed, I would sew up the holes in my shoes and clothes to save us money. I even got into modeling to try to earn some extra cash.

But I did suffer huge repercussions on my sudden change of appearance. People started bullying me, calling me some terrible names. All of my "friends" left me. It just taught me that real "friends" shouldn't care about your looks or home, but your personality.

Well all except for one left, his name was Adrien Agreste. We met through modeling, he told me that he was forced into it by his dad. But I never told him about my personal struggles because when I was around him it's like none of the bad stuff in my life even mattered.

He's a real friend who likes me for me, not for money or anything else. I just wish we could talk other than just at photo shoots. But I get it, he is a really busy guy.

I just want a friend or a girlfriend or someone who truly understands me. Who likes me for me and not for my looks or house.

"LUKA!" I was awoken from my thoughts to the sound of reality, aka my sister.

I really need to work on not doing this. Going on little mind rants.

"Huh?"I asked.

"You need to help me because some of us don't pack light!" She said shoving two boxes into my hands.

"Why of course, your highness,"I replied smugly as I mockingly bowed.

She just rolled her eyes and walked off. This never ending cycle of bringing boxes into the house went on for what felt like forever. But finally, we got them all in.

We spent the rest of the day unpacking and putting our rooms together. It's designed really oddly but I can already see a place to put all my guitar picks on the wall, so that's something good to come out of all of this.

Well, I get to sleep on a few pillows tonight which is already giving me back pain- But I couldn't let my mom sleep on the floor so I let her use my mattress until the other one arrives. So until tomorrow, I sleep on pillows.

I lay on my pillows for what feels like hours, but my mind won't let me rest.

I check the clock, it's already 10 pm, but I just can't sleep. I climb out of my bed and head towards the door.