Hey! So I decided to start a new story (don't worry I'm not going to abandon my other ones.) I just needed to get this idea out, it's been swirling in my head for at least a week. Let me know what you think of it!
Disclaimer: I do not own All Time Low or any other name brand I use in this story
Review! I hope you like it! :)
Lexi POV
I got out of the car as soon as it stopped and I looked around the neighborhood I would now call my home; Towson, Baltimore.
It was a quiet place, with lush, green, manicured lawns, and tons of trees behind the houses. The cul-de-sac we lived on had five houses around it and we were the first house to the right.
Our house was tan with a white trim, and it was the biggest house on the block. When you entered the house the living room was off to the right, and the kitchen was to the left. If you continued walking down the hall you would see master bedroom (the bathroom was connected to the bedroom) and the computer room was next to the bedroom. The whole color scheme of the house was tan, white, and a hint of black.
I walked straight down the hall, walking up the narrow stairs.
On the second story was my room, the den, the game room, and the spare bedroom. My room was almost the same size as the master bedroom downstairs, which was my parents room, but it definitely didn't look like theirs. My walls were midnight black and were covered in posters of Good Charlotte, New Found Glory, Face To Face, and other punk bands. My king sized bed was covered by a navy blue bedspread, making my room really dark, the way I liked it. Across from my bed was my desk, that held my black Mac laptop and my scrapbook that my friends had made me when they found out I was moving away from Florida. My walk-in closet was to the right of my bed, which was filled with multi-colored skinny jeans and band shirts.
I walked over to my window; which was my only source of light, except my closet lights, and stared outside. My room was right across a bedroom that had to belong to a teenage guy; it had clothes littering the floor, posters coving every inch of his wall, and a unmade bed. My suspicions was confirmed when I saw a guy, who looked around my age, walk into his room with a girl, both of them falling onto his bed, kissing. I quickly shoved my curtain in front of my window, not wanting to witness what was about to happen in there.
"Lexi!" My mom called, and I ran downstairs to see what she needed.
"Yeah," I replied, walking into the living room, where my mom and dad were sitting on the leather couch, watching T.V.
"Your father and I have a conference tomorrow, so we're not going to be home when you get back from school, but that's okay, right?" My mom asked me, raising her eyebrow.
"Of course," I answered, used to being left alone.
"Good," my mom sighed.
I walked back up the stairs, going into the game room. Which was, without a doubt, the coolest room in the house. It had an eighty inch T.V; just like the one in the living room, but this one had every game counsel out, and hundreds of games to go with them. It also had an air hockey table and a ping pong table. But it was the back of the room that I was most interested with right now. In the back was a huge window (it was ¾ of the wall) and I sat on windowsill, thinking and watching the outdoors.
I hadn't even lived here for a full day and I already missed Florida.
My family and I moved out to Maryland because my dad was a big CEO of a real estate firm, and he wanted to move closer to their main office building. My mom was one of their realtors, so she had no problem moving with him. They had picked Towson because it had one of the best high schools in Baltimore; Dulaney High School. Which I started tomorrow.
I hoped to make new friends, but I didn't see that happening. I was labeled an outcast at my old school, but, so were my best friends. I think it's because I wear 'emo clothes', I listen to punk bands, and I like to write. Or maybe because when I voice my opinions (which wasn't often; I'm quiet) I come off sounding like a bitch.
I ran my hands through my raven black hair, and I pushed my side swept bangs out of my eyes. I looked at my chipped black painted fingernails. I considered fixing them, but that thought flew out of my head when I smelt the air.
I got off of the window and ran downstairs, taking my seat at the dinner table, and waited for dinner to come out.
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After dinner I went back into my room to check my email and DeviantArt messages. At 10 PM I shut my computer off and crawled into bed, that way I would be well rested for school the next day. I closed my eyes and tried to think about my friends in Florida, which made me fall asleep instantly.