AN: New story! This means that updates for Things You'd Never Guess might not come out as fast, but there still should be at least one per week.
Enjoy!
New state. New town. New school. I never thought I'd be here, at this point in my life. I'm an individual now, no parents to boss me around.
I could just go straight to college, but I'd rather finish out high school, even if it's hell. I'm hoping that my life will be better here in Lima, but I doubt it.
For me, life doesn't get better.
I'm a small town girl, born and raised in a fairly open family. Even though my childhood was rough, I still enjoyed it. But then I grew up, and the older I got, the less excited for life I became. I started staying home and not interacting with people. I felt lonely, but nothing and no one could cure it. I was always in pain, always, and the pressure on me to succeed didn't help, either... and then the worst day of my life came, so I became an emancipated minor, packed up my shit, and left.
I know that's a stupid move, to just run from your problems, but I don't really have any other options. I have a really hard time moving on from things, and I couldn't stay in that town and move on. I was weighed down.
My parents let me go pretty willingly, I think because they knew that I was struggling too much, hurting too much. They're helping out financially a bit here, which I am forever grateful for. I could manage on my own, but it would be a pain in the ass.
I pull into the garage of the apartment building I'll now be living in. I get out of my car and am greeted by an older man. "Liza?" he asks.
"Yes, it's nice to meet you," I answer, shaking his hand.
"You'll be on the second floor. I can help bring stuff up, if you'd like."
"No, thank you. I should be fine."
He hands me the key, and I grab a few boxes from my car, then I walk up to my apartment and open the door.
It's a nice place, and thank goodness there's at least some furniture in it. Finally, I can have a place all to myself where I don't have to worry about other people. Just me...
I set the boxes down and go back to the car. It takes four trips to get all my stuff, but I don't mind. When everything is at least inside, I start unpacking.
I sort of regret not giving myself much time to settle in first. I have to start school tomorrow, and the thought of that puts a knot in my stomach. I wasn't unpopular back home, but I wasn't popular, either. One of my biggest fears is not being accepted, and I really don't want that to happen here.
I sigh and continue unpacking. Here's to a new life...
AN: Sorry for the short chapter, this is kind of the set-up for the story. I hope you enjoyed it! Feedback is welcome!