3rd person POV
The small, red car gently came to a stop infront of the gentle blue painted house.
The car opened and out walked a man, cracking his fingers as the woman walked out of the red car.
They looked at eachother before turning back to the car, looking in the back. Their child was curled up on the backseat, the small cat they had gotten them sleeping in the cage besides them.
The smiled and gently began to take their bags out of the car. Soon, the bags and bags of clothes, books, food, cat supplies and personal items were soon stashed inside the small house.
The woman came back out, opening the car door. She gently placed her hand on the curled ip child and shook- waking them, who yawned.
"We're home, honey. Grab Chewy and come in." She purred, before leaving the child to gather their things and gently pull the cage from the car.
They sighed and gently put the cage and their backpack down, slamming the car door closed before slipping the backpack onto their back and grabbing the cat's cage.
The furry brown kitten mewled, purring as their master bringing them inside the soft house.
The teen opened the door via the soft silver handle. It swung open without a problem, letting the teenager enter.
The room was a soft, light green. Y/N sat down on their bed, sighing as they opened the kittens cage. Said kitten scrambled out and mewled happily, running over and nuzzling against their leg.
Y/N smiled, gently petting the kitten who purred happily and licked their hand.
They stood and went to their backpack, gently taking the things inside out and on a small pile on the floor.
Clothes for tomorrow, phone charger, a book, their special plush Buffalo named Boof and a few other things.
Tomorrow was Y/N's first day at school- and it was their bedtime, 9:00 PM.
They curled up under their plain yellow blanket that they had received when they were young and drifted off, worrying about the next day. The kitten laid down besides them and slept as well.
Y/N's POV
Sitting up, I looked around. My new room wad s bare, filled with a few boxes and my now empty backpack. I sat up carefully, minding Chewy, who was curled in a ball on my frayed blanket.
Yawning, I slipped from under the yellow fabric and grabbed the clothes- (if you are a female, you have a bra-) a plain black shirt, a pair of leggings with little pink hearts and a grey jacket i had put on the bed for today. I slid out of the snowflake flannel pajamas I had been wearing and slipped into the more appropriate school clothes.
I could hear my mom packing my lunchbox, my dad readying for work. I unplugged my phone and stuck it in my pocket, slung my jacket and backpack on and ran downstairs.
"Hi Mom, Hi Dad!" I chirped as I got to the wood-tiled kitchen. My parent's turned to me, smiling. My mom held the buffalo laiden lunchbox to me, which I gladly took with a thanks.
I gave my parents a kiss on the cheek and ran out the door, walking to school.