Today we move to Germany. I hated the idea with a passion and my mum loved it since she lived in Germany when she was younger and all her family was there. My father was expanding his company with new locations one in Canada and one in Germany. We were going to move to Canada but plans change and to Germany we go. The plane left in an hour. I was growing tired of sitting and waiting for them to call our flight so I decided to charge my laptop at one of the stations. It was going to be one very long two hours from London to Berlin especially having my barely month old brother Ollie along.

"Flight 215 to Berlin, Lufthansa airlines now boarding first class passengers "said a woman over the intercom. I disconnected my laptop and headed towards my parents whom were now getting up.

"Dasha could you please carry Ollie's diaper bag for me please?" my mother said.

"Sure I guess." I said as I grabbed the diaper bag and put it over my shoulder and put my laptop in the carrying bag and put that over my opposite shoulder. At that moment I wanted to run home so bad but I couldn't. This was it we were leaving. People would probably say the move shouldn't bother you you're a loner, you get made fun of, you hate your school you, you should have no problem leaving and that's true but I grew up in London no matter how much I hate everyone and all the bad experiences I knew I would miss it.

"Dasha come on" I heard my parents say. I hurried into the line with my parents as they handed our tickets to the attendant.

Our flight was long and my brother would not stop crying. When we landed we collected our bags that had things that had not been sent over before hand and we went to get our car. My dad had been over here before to make sure our stuff arrived safely so our car was in the parking garage at the airport waiting for us. It was about 1pm when we arrived to our new home. It was a two story home and it was pretty nice it looked like every other home on the block except ours had these huge trees growing up front my dad said it was an illusion but I didn't get it. The whole neighborhood was nice and it looked like the woods went around back of every home on both sides of the street kind of like a cul-de-sac. I got out of the car and decided to carry Ollie so I wouldn't have to help with the suitcases. I felt awkward when I got out like someone was watching me and when I turned around to see who or what it was just to please my brain that it was nothing I saw the curtains of the second floor window of the house across the street suddenly draw closed. That made me curious but I brushed it off.

The house was pretty cool and now I saw what my dad meant by illusion our house was built differently the trees out front hid a huge extension of the house that the other houses on the block did not have. Everyone had their own space besides having their own rooms. An office for my dad, studio for my mom, and a playroom for Ollie for when he got bigger. I didn't want a room like that I didn't feel like I deserved it anyway and most of the time I liked to be in my room with the door closed reading so I didn't need an extra space so my dad converted that into a theater room on the main floor and a man cave/game room in the basement. I decided to check out my room with Ollie still in tow it was a nice room the walls were a nice dark purple color, the bed was big with black and white comforter with purple sheets and accent pillows to match it had posters all over the walls of my favorite bands besides that there was a nook with a desk and another with some pillows and book shelves, a nice reading corner and my own bathroom well not really it connected to Ollie's room but I'm sure he won't be using that for a while, this was too much I felt like I didn't deserve these things and I didn't but at the same time It put a smile to my face because my father knew what I liked he designed my room and that meant a lot since we didn't have the best relationship.

I heard someone approaching my room and knock on my door.

"Dasha? Are you in your room?" I heard my mother ask.

"Yes mum, come in."

"Ok." she said and walked in.

"Oh there's my baby boy! I need to feed you" she said in the baby like way adults speak to babies as she grabbed for Ollie.

"Dasha I was wondering if you would like to come with me to visit an aunt you have here, remember your aunt Marie?"

"No, mom I don't even remember what I had for breakfast"

"Hm well she has a son I believe he's your age 17 I think his name is Georg, it'd be good for you to meet someone before school starts. Maybe he could show you around and introduce you to people."

"Of course you would think its nice mum... Okay" I didn't want to go but I knew whether I agreed to it or not I would end up going. The thought of meeting someone scared me even if it was my cousin.

My mum and I walked across the street and down the block a couple houses; we had left Ollie with my dad since he was sleeping. My aunt apparently lived nearby and as I was walking I had that feeling again of eyes being on me. This time when I looked back I saw a tall slim boy with long black hair kind of teased because it was standing up a bit and he had on a black hoodie, when I looked at him he immediately turned his head down and headed inside the home across the street from ours so I didn't catch a glimpse of his face.

When we got to my aunt's house we knocked on the door a boy with messy long brown hair opened the door and immediately slammed it closed. My mum and I looked at each other completely startled. Then we heard what sounded like yelling in German but I couldn't make out what was being said since I don't know any German besides thank you and hello. The door opened, a woman appeared she looked similar to my mom she had the same brown hair, green eyes and the same concave nose they immediately hugged.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry about Georg he's in a pretty bad mood, his hair straightener broke and he doesn't want anyone to see his hair" she said as if we've always lived here. I couldn't help but snicker when I realized that's why he slammed the door.

"Mom!" we heard the boy who was apparently my cousin Georg yell in protest from upstairs.

"Well come in you guys. Wow Dasha you're so big! Last time I saw you came up to my knees!" my aunt Marie said excitedly.

"Thanks." I replied quietly it was all I could say.

"Where's little Ollie? I haven't met him yet" Aunt Marie asked.

"Oh he's back at the house with Edward since he didn't nap on the plane." my mom replied. She looked so happy to be with her sister they eventually stopped speaking English and started speaking German I sank back in my seat and let them talk about half an hour passed when my aunt suddenly spoke to me.

"Oh honey I completely forgot about you sorry sweetie I was going to ask how would you like if Georg showed you around town maybe" she asked me in English.

"Now?" I asked hesitantly.

"Well sure it's still early and he wouldn't mind."

"Umm well-"

"Go ahead it will be fun and maybe you could learn your way around to some little shops or something" my mom interjected.

"I guess it could be okay" I replied.

"Fantastic! Georg! Come down here so you could show your cousin around town a bit!" she yelled loud enough to be heard upstairs.

"Okay!" the boy yelled down.

A couple minutes went by before he came down with a beanie on his head completely hiding his hair. He motioned towards me.

"Come on" he said and I followed him out the door. We walked for a couple minutes before he spoke up.

"You're Dasha right?"

"Yes"

"Oh that's a cool name. You have cool hair" he said pointing to my completely dyed blue hair.

"Thanks"

"Did you do it yourself?"

"Yup a long time ago"

"Don't your roots show? And doesn't it fade?"

"Not really my hair is a really light blonde color like my dad so it's easy to dye and I retouch it often"

"It's not damaged yet either? Wow what products do you use?"

"Um not to be rude but is that all we're going to talk about? Hair?"

"No, I'm sorry haha it's just, i have um never mind. Is there anywhere where you wanted to go?"

"Um well I don't know"I said. i didn't really want to go anywhere I wanted to go home and then I thought of something.

"Can you show me where the school is I don't like the bus and I don't have my license yet so I'll be walking there most likely."

"Ok fine with me" he replied. He showed me where it was. And then we headed back the school was like a 30 minute walk from my house so that was fine and it was big and really nice it looked as if it was recently built or remodeled. After a while I started warming up to Georg we didn't talk about much except how my life in London was. He did most of the talking which relieved me because I had trouble speaking to people because I was a bit socially awkward sometimes I felt like that got in the way of me having friends because when I did speak I felt like I would push the person away unintentionally and some people just didn't like me. When we got back to our street we went straight to his house since my mum was probably still there.

When we got there my mum was about to leave.

"Oh Dasha you guys are back already! I thought you'd be out a bit longer. "She said.

"No, we just went to the school so I could see where it was."

"Oh that's good, well Dasha we're leaving now I'm a bit tired from the flight, I bet you are too and Ollie should be waking up any moment so we'll be going." She said she then walked up to my aunt and Georg and said her goodbyes.

"It was nice catching up Marie! We should have lunch someday there's still more to talk about" she said laughing as we left. Georg said we would definitely hang out at school, but I knew we most likely wouldn't, it was just a nice thing to say and I was perfectly fine with that.

BILL P.O.V

The man who moved in across the street was back. I remembered him from a couple days ago when he was here and he asked my mom where he could get paint supplies since he saw her when she was coming back from restocking her paints since she was running low. This time the man wasn't alone people were with him a woman with straight short hair in a bob type hairdo and after a girl with blue hair came out of the car and she leaned back in and pulled out a baby. Must be his family I thought.

"Billlll!" I heard my mom yell she sounded like it was urgent so I closed the drapes and ran downstairs to see what she wanted.

"Bill could you do me a favor and run to the store to buy a tomato I'm making pasta and I need one more"

"Why can't Tom go?"

"Because I'm not asking Tom I'm asking you Bill now please go and hurry I left some money on the counter"

"Okay mom I'll be right back."

I went to the store and came back pretty quickly when I was walking back up the street to my house the woman with the brown hair and the girl with the blue hair we're walking in front of me. I don't know why but I couldn't stop staring at her. When I least expected it she turned around, I quickly turned my face down looking at the sidewalk as I walked with my hands in my hoodie and quickly walked up the path to my house.