Moving 559.1 miles away from the place you call home is hard especially when everyone notices you. She didn't know what to do to fit in properly at her sixth form, everything was so different from her norm and that made her want to cast herself a si...
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TODAY WAS THE day that Lennon's family were moving. They were moving to England. In all honesty, she was dreading it as much as she thought she would be, she'd done her research on the country. Of course, she'd been there before, she had family there, she just didn't want to live there.
England wasn't Orléans and it never would be but she knew that she had to get used to it eventually. It didn't make sense as to why they were moving because it was a sudden decision revealed to her siblings and herself just over two months ago. So, yeah, they didn't really have the chance to comprehend what their parents had said considering they wanted them to start packing almost immediately. Dad had told them that all of their items, except the ones that could be taken by hand were getting shipped over the day before, we had stayed in a hotel last night because their beds were on a plane.
Sighing, she shoved her brothers shoulder, that was far too close to her "Bouge tes putains de jambes, tu as ta propre chambre," She complained at him in a whisper shout, there were children present. Her brother, who was also her twin has stretched his legs so far out that she hardly had any room. It wasn't necessary, he had his own bloody room yet he still insisted on annoying her at any given chance. (move your fucking legs, you got your own room )
"Shut up, Len stop making a fuss over nothing," Hendrix rolled his eyes at his sister. She always had to complain about something, it wasn't his fault that he was tall, he didn't ask to be six foot five, did he?
"You're making me feel claustrophobic," She complained again. Lennon wasn't very good with heights and her brother invading her personal space was tipping her fear over the edge. Her fear started when she was nine, she was on one of those zip-wire things and she was supposedly strapped on properly but then her strap came loose and she had to hold on tighter. Then, she ended up getting stuck in the middle of the line for four hours as nobody could get to her. Everyone was shouting at her to just move her body and jolt it but it didn't work, all she ended up doing was sway back-and-forth.
"You're being over dramatic," He scoffed at her, completely forgetting about her fear. He didn't even realise how annoying he was being, it was his literal only personality trait. Lennon let out a deep sigh of frustration and tried her best to get into a position that was comfortable for her.
"Hendi, you know Lennon has a fear of heights, move your legs," Their mother scolded him then he instantly felt guilty. He'd completely forgotten about her being scared and that anything that made her feel trapped would set it off, especially this high up. Hendrix turned to face his sister and apologised softly, he hadn't meant to trigger her fear but these seats were so uncomfortable.
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"Of all the countries you could've picked you picked England," Lennon spoke, teasing her mum the second they stepped out of the airport doors. It was raining, of course, it was typical for this country or so she'd discovered. It was a lovely entrance for her and her family, it was telling them that they had made the wrong decision, which was probably the truth. None of the Belrose kids knew why they were moving anyway, fancying a change isn't a valid enough reason to ship them across the sea.
"England is a beautiful country," Estelle told her daughter, sniffing in the freshness of the air. Rain made everything seem fresher, the grass had just been cut it seemed, she loved the smell of cut grass even if she had hayfever.
Lennon nodded, she didn't exactly disagree but it was going to take some time to get used to considering she'd have to speak English all of the time in school, which was fine, she was fluent in four languages; English, French, Italian and Spanish all because she had family in each country. She'd see no issue in speaking it all of the time but she'd one hundred percent curse people out in one of her other languages.
Their dad Ilario Conti was Italian, born and bred in Modena and met Estelle in Milan when she was on holiday and had been together since nineteen-eighty-nine when their mum was seventeen and their dad was eighteen. It was basically love at first sight, they gave each other their addresses and would write to each other all of the time until they'd both made money to visit each other.
All of their kids, Ziggy, Hendrix and Lennon were all born in France but they lived in Italy for bit then moved back to France before Lenny and Henny started their first year of Secondary school. The family's official names was their first name and then Belrose-Conti but mainly got called Belrose because it was easier apparently. It was weird for them to go to England, they never imagined living there, they'd been because their dad's sister Chiara and her four kids and gran kids lived there and because their mum's Auntie did too.
They all just prayed that England living was good to them.
