Disclaimer. I don't own any of the characters here except Lucy , who again I don't really own, yet Mwahahahahahah
New town new start, that's what mum keeps saying almost more to herself than to me. Like she's still trying to convince me that moving from Glasgow to west Virginia was a good idea. I'm still not talking to her. Back in Scotland she's barely ever around and then she just decides that I have to leave my whole life behind and move to some god awful small town in America. This sucks! I have to start at this new school half way through the term or "semester" as American's call it. One listen to Glaswegian lilted voice and I will be labelled an outsider, freak, foreigner, different. Our car pulls up outside a big house with white washed walls and a veranda. It looks really nice, but it doesn't look like home. I grab up my bag and get out the car. My mum unlocks the door and we step inside. She begins to marvel at how great it all is and how much better it is to our small bungalow back in Scotland. She is so wrong; I would gladly trade this unfamiliar big, clean, pristine house for home. The only reason we came here is cause mum got this job offer from her company, one she apparently "couldn't refuse". I go upstairs and check out the rooms, there are 4 big ones so I choose the pink painted one with the balcony. I sit on my bed and unpack the few things I brought in the car, the rest are in a delivery van that should arrive tomorrow.
"Lucy" my mum calls from downstairs
"What" I shout back
"I'm going out. I left £40, I'm sorry $40 on the kitchen counter, you can go out and get something for yourself later." And with that she's gone. Abandoning me in this big unfamiliar place. I sleep for a bit as I'm really jet lagged and when I wake up it's about 7 o'clock. My stomach makes a grumble of complaint so I grab the money and head out to find some food. I walk into a shop and start loading up a shopping basket. I turn into the clothes section and start looking at various garments. I waver over a pink tee and a ruffled denim skirt, I opt for the skirt. I pay for my stuff and laden with shopping bags I walk home.
The next day all our stuff arrives and I spend the morning unpacking and arranging stuff so my new room looks vaguely messy, but still unlived in. I'm starting school tomorrow as my mum is anxious to get started with her new work. She walks around grumbling about having to sit here and do nothing. Work was always more important than me.