Devil Addicted

chapter 1

Aubery POV

It has been three days since we arrived in America, and I can't say I'm loving it. Plus, with the added bonus of having to start school in two weeks, my nerves aren't exactly steadying at the thought.

Never in my entire life had I moved house or school, well except for now, where I find myself in a completely different country. Yes I have travelled before, a few weeks here and a few weeks there, but never for the next year and a bit here, not home. Turns my nerves into a frenzy of chaos.

See Australia was home, my home for 17 years, but now this white-washed suburb on the edge where the good neighbourhood meets bad I find little old me.

Look if I am going to be honest with myself I am starting to get to know the neighbourhood well because of my daily walks, that totally aren't a scavenger hunt to meet a cute neighbour that might live around here.

My thinking is, the American dream style high school movies always have the boy next door clichés, yeah well they have to come from somewhere, so I find myself strolling the streets every afternoon not directly searching for that cute ass neighbour that I might see, but you know if I did, it would be win win, cardio and potential love interest.

Damn sometimes I think to myself it is really obvious that in all my 17 years of existence I have never been kissed. You know I think that's normal especially considering I grew up in an all girls school and was way too shy to even think about branching out.

Now I will be way too shy but forced to intermingle with the opposite sex. So yeah still no first kiss for me.

Following the streets like a tedious argument I find myself approaching the 'bad' neighbourhood. Yet I still don't understand that literally one street over is the 'good' neighbourhood, like crime isn't just going to cross the road? Anyway.

I decide to walk to the shops down the road to get some icecream because damn a lonely girl and her icecream are inseparable, except for the slight lactose intolerance she might have. Considering its only 4:00pm it won't get dark for a while so I think that I should be completely fine walking through the sketchy part of my neighbourhood where the grocery store happens to be.

Walking fast with headphones in I make a beeline for the walmart. This is my second time in this walmart and I find myself strangely drawn to it, nothing like this is in Australia except maybe target but they have target here.

Bingo! Phish food ben and jerry's. I grab the icecream and then begin to make my way out of the store when the bookstore grabs my attention. It is absolutely gorgeous! I have always been enamoured with books and the contradicting simplicity of words to transport you to a new world. Cliche I know but reading is escaping in some form, well for me at least.

The little store in all in antique glory sticks out like a sore thumb, and before I know it my trance has me standing right outside.

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HIRING

Someone passionate about books needed to work weekends and weekday afternoons (timing negotiable).

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This is like a weird dream come true, I have never had a job before but this will give me something to do, something to distract me from the boredom of my current existence.

Hesitantly I open the door and instantly my senses are flooded with the aroma of books. I already love it here, and even if I don't get hired I just know I will spend all my free time here.

Looking around they have shelves stacked to the max with books, with the shelves organised like some sort of divine maze into literature. Seeing no one at the desk I decide to walk around. In the corner I see my new favourite spot. The softest looking dark green single seater pushed into the corner of two book shelves, a small dark antique table by its side.