Roxy
I didn't like being moved, my parents couldn't handle me anymore apparently, and so they were shipping me off to London, to my cousin's house. I hadn't seen him since I was about four years old, and I wasn't looking forward to it now.
I walked through the terminal, people looking at me funny everywhere I went, like I was disease ridden. I didn't know what their problems were, but I had been told to watch my back, simply because the people here didn't like Americans.
Be sure they don't know you're a yank Roxy...
I remembered what My uncle had said while I was still staying in America.
I kept walking as I collected my bags. My cousin, Ike, was an idiot. He was extremely tall, and built apparently, but to be honest, I would walk right past him in the street if he was there, I had seen a recent photo of him, but that was it. I was going to be staying with his cousin, Peyton, who was also my cousin.
I knew who she was, and she would be showing me around. I was supposed to be attending some random high school, but it wasn't going to happen.
I wasn't the best in school, I mean, I was smart, but I just didn't like the teachers, I didn't like being told what to do, I didn't like all of the stuck up idiots who thought that they were better than you at all times, I didn't like the food, and I didn't like most of the classes.
I walked up through the streets to the train station and jumped on the first train to my destination, I had been speaking to Peyton on the internet, and I knew exactly what she looked like.
I walked onto the train with my bags, and as I was looking for a seat, two guys stood up.
"Here ya go love, sit down" He said in his bold English accent, the first, the one who spoke was tall, he had a shaved head with dark brown hair, he head magical green eyes but he wasn't precisely my type. He was wearing a pair of light blue jeans and puma trainers on his feet, he had a black adidas zip top on his top, which was zipped right up, hiding any sign of a shit, and the jumper had three yellow stripes down the arms. He had a bright white smile which made him look guilty of something. His friend was smaller in height than him, but just as built. He had longish brown curly hair and dark chocolate brown eyes. His eyes were magical as were the other guys. He on the other hand was wearing skate shoes a black and white pair of Etnies, he had black jeans on, which showed the muscles in his thighs, he had a yellow adidas zip up jumper on which was also zipped right up. They kept going on with their conversation; it was something or another about Soccer.
I got off the train at the stop I had worked out I needed to get off at and walked up the stairs and out onto the street. I was shocked when I saw a car had been wrecked in the middle of the road, it was on fire, but the fire engine was putting it out. I walked until I saw Peyton.
"Hey" I shouted and ran towards her, dumping my bag at her feet and hugging her, she had a pram with her, which was strange because I knew she wasn't a mother.
"Who's this then?" I asked her, she looked at me as if she was about to laugh at the thought that I considered it to be anything to do with us.
"It's Ike's friends, brothers kid, Ike was asked to babysit, which usually means he gets kicked onto me." She laughed as she looked down at him. "His name is ben"
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I walked into the house with her, she stayed with her brother, Ike. I walked into the bathroom and washed my face.
Later that night we had managed to get rid of Ike's friends nephew and decided to go to a bar.
"We could go see my brother?" She asked, I smiled, nodding and agreeing.
She hadn't been into the pub that Ike and his friends usually visited, and little did we know, that there were things that we didn't know, we knew nothing about Firms, we knew nothing about what they did, but we were going to like it.
Written by Alexis gage