Started: 11.05.2018
Ended:
Olivia POV:
Here I am.
The new girl.
Yay!
Notice the irony.
I hate being the new girl.
Your sorroundings are new.
New people.
New friends.
New teachers.
Everything just changes in a matter of days.
I just moved to Los Angeles with my family. My dad apperently found with my mother a better paid job even though their previously ones were also well paid. But we still moved.
Before we came here, I lived in Washington. Nothing too crazy if you ask me. I had a pretty simple life. A few good friends. A boy I had a crush on but didn't loved. A really boring yet simple life. In my eyes it was perfect.
Not getting too much attention.
Not being the centre of attention.
It was all good.
But now...
I had to leave everything behind.
Thanks Mom and Dad.
My aunt and cousins also lived in L.A. so it shouldn't be that boring. Our houses are pretty near to each other so we can visit each other really often.
Ah yes. My cousins.
One of them is Miranda. She's 17, like me.
My best friend even though we lived really far away from each other for a long time. That didn't stop us from still having connection to each other.
We skyped and I would always update her on my not so exiting life.
She just listened like I am Kim Kardashian and have some really good tea but no. I was just Olivia. The boring girl that loves Pizza like her life depends on it.
And the person I share that love together for Pizza is Mark, my youngest cousin. He is 16.
What can I say. Food is life.
He is the funniest person I have seen my whole life. In comparison to him is his big bro, Micheal nothing like him or Miranda. He is 18.
Micheal is the serious type of guy that always sees everything from the most negative perspective.
Such a pessimist.
But damn I love them all. They are like my best friends. We grew up together and we have such a strong bond. It feels like they are my siblings, not only cousins.
We just arrived in Los Angeles, at our new home after a long ass ride.
I might faint from lack of sleep at any moment.
"Honey can you carry the suitcases in the living room please" my mother shouted from our new kitchen while I was still standing there, leaning my back on the car.
"Yeah" I replied also shouting.
"Lil sis is probably too weak to even carry a tissue".
Oh I haven't mentioned him yet. What a shame.
There he is.
My big brother, Jackson AKA total asshole.
We have a love-hate kind of realationship. We always fight with each other but we both also know deep down that we also couldn't live without each other.
Still sometimes I don't understand his weird bipolar behaviour.
"And you can with your 3 centimeter biceps?" I snapped back.
Well he was muscular, but I didn't need to boost his gigantic ego any further.
"Oh you know baby sis. I still know how to use them, If I want to strangle you."
