A/N Comment: Hey Guys this is Childone234 or Deedlebug 21-either or is fine but anyways it's been a while since i last made a story and everything so i decided to do one base off a game know as High School Story. As said on the description if a story of how i started out playing that app with a few twist added by me. My characters/Npcs will be played in the story so i don't really know how long of a chapter this would be(Since it's a never-ending game-mahahahaha). Of course the Main oc's are not owned by me except for a couple. It is Rated T for teens for it has themes a child will not like to read and the genres are not only Romance, Drama, Family and Friend(ship) but Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Adventure and minor Crime.

Anyways with that being said and done I hope you enjoy it, don't forget to keep a look out for upcoming chapters-and don't flame me if you don't like were parts of the story is going cause im not on it.

Anyways Enjoy~!

? Pov.

It's been few years since I moved at this school. Life here-was amazing compared to my last one.

Not only did I make great friends, but other people depended on me-like I was a leader here. They invite me to different things I never did in my entire life and I was able to find the guy of my dreams-but why does it seem like he's changing?

Am I not good enough for him?

Does he hate something about me?

I couldn't really tell anymore but sometimes, I feel like it's the best way to go. To not scoop up things that weren't meant to be heard or have someone to spy on him-heck stalk him for all that matter. It was bad enough that Wes does this stuff as a job at the school, lucky for him that he didn't get kicked out of the school-but at the same time it would feel boring without any juicy dramas.

But right now that's not the whole point of the story, before I get to it I better start at the beginning of all this mess and tell the reason why I am sitting alone in the class room with books on my desk. Hope you don't mind me talking for an hour or so.

It was early spring season as I set my box down in my new room. My dad and I had moved from our old location after he was promoted to work in the U.S.

I was a bit nervous at the thought of moving out of Italy since I had so many histories there, but I didn't want to make my dad turn down the offer, what kind of daughter would do that to her only parent in the world? After he found a place for us to stay and everything we both knew it was time to say our last goodbyes before we aboard the plane. It was the first time I ever seen U.S, I heard many stories about it from my dad-but mostly from my mom since she was a citizen their before living with dad and me.

Memories of my mother flooded my head as I was organizing my desk; placing stacks of book in one area and other supplies in the other. Once I had finished, I moved towards the next box and pulled out more books and stacked them on the shelves. As I was doing this I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, I didn't turn my back to see who it was for I was to focus on my task-but I was soon greeted by two dark brown like arms as they wrap around my stomach, to where my back was pressed onto a simi buff chest. I tried to ignore it but busted into giggles as I felt light tickles on my rib cage.

"Ha-Papa stop it, I'm trying to work!" I continued to laugh as I looked up at the man. His short black hair shone in the room light, all I could see was his mixed color eyes, spiky facial hair and glasses. He looked as if he was in his mid 20's but trust me when I say this-don't let that baby face fool you.

He held onto me tighter before picking me up and wiggled me around like a toy; soon he sat me down and pulled away.

"Work work work-That's all I get out of you. You're too much of a hard worker for your age baby girl" He said with a deep voice before sitting on my bed like a child.

"Keep this up and you're going to get stress like your Aunt Genie"

"And you?" I pointed out while turning my back at him. "Last time I check you were doing 4 more hours at work than normal-don't you think you're pushing the limit too?"

"Reason why I can is because I have to provide for my family"

"Last time I check there were two of us in the house-we're not the Adam's Family" I rolled my eyes at him while continuing with my task.

"Hey, I have to give my only girl the stuff she needs in life."

"You do realize there's a difference between needs and wants right?"

"Honey-"

"Nope. If you want me to stop working hard you have to do it as well Papa, I don't want you to get hurt like last time." My eyes lowered as I shot him a playful yet serious glare his way. In returned he waved my look off and leaned back on my bed.

"Alright, but I'm still going to provide you with things, a princess needs to be treated royalty."

"No papa, you're just going to make me spoiled like a 'true' princess would act like." I sat the books down before moving over towards my father and lay next to him. My glasses rolled onto my forehead while my black short hair splattered over the bed.

"I have everything I really need dad, you don't have to keep doing it…"

"...I know baby girl" I felt his manly yet delicate hand touched a lock of my hair. I looked up and saw his eyes lowered in peace and sadness before I took hold of his hand.

"It's just...things haven't been the same since, and I know you hate things to change Bre, I just thought I try to give you things to keep you happy. It worked a bit when you were at your old school so I thought it could work again…"

Smiling softly I leaned my face in his baby blue shirt and locked my fingers with his. This was the main reason why I didn't want my dad to turn down the job-he was too kind and giving. It was a blessing to have a father or husband like him, but sometimes I worry that his actions might lead him into trouble. After a while I moved my face away and looked up at him.

"Well you don't need to worry dad, I can try taking in the change without gifts. I wanted to embrace the stuff that is coming and adapt to the changes. Trust me-I'm not how I was before anymore."

"I hope so, and if you don't like your new home tell me and we will move back-Breauna you're all I have left now and as your dad I want to make you happy."

"Oh stop, It was expensive to get here so it will be a waste to get back" I patted his shoulder playfully before getting up. "Now, You have work to do Papa, you need to finish unloading your stuff in your room and kitchen. I'm planning on making dinner tonight so we don't have all morning light."

"Man, you sound like your mom when we first moved in together" I heard whining in his voice as the bed squeak from under his weight before he marched out my room. Just before he went down the steps I heard him clicking his tongue to get my attention.

"Ah-before I forget, I already signed you into a new school, I told the principal that you would need a week before you start, and he seemed to be a good with that idea. So on the day you start beside to head to his office to get your stuff."

"Yes sir-Is it that Hearst High School you told me about?"

"Nah It's a much better school. They have all the things you really need; besides I have a negative sense that you wouldn't like Hearst."

"Was it really negative sense or gas from the chili dog you ate?"

"Could be both, doesn't matter-this school is A-approval!"