Hey everyone. I would just like to let you all know that this is my first fan fiction story so I apologies if it's not very good. However, I hope it's good enough for you to enjoy. Please review!!! tomboy-4-life-911
The sun suddenly faded as we reached Burton. We, me and my dad, drove from Birmingham Airport, England, after arriving there from my home town Orlando, Florida. My dads company, Darren's Floristries, needed to expand and that brought us to England. This meant starting a new school which I personally hated doing, although I've never told my dad that because I knew how much this job meant to him. After fifteen minutes in a dragged down place called Burton, my dad pointed out a surprisingly cheerful building.
"See that place there? That's our new place." His cheerful voice seemed to have a hint of depression to it, which I thought to be due to being away from our home.
"It looks…nice." I replied, struggling to find the find the right word to describe it.
"Look, I know it nothing like our old place, but it's better than camping out in a tent"
"Yeah," I said with a light chuckle, "You've got a point there"
Dad drove our red Saleen S7 onto the charcoal coloured block paving that covered the area where the lawn should be. The engine cut off and dad instantly got out of the car, keen to make a start on the house. I left my hand hovering over the door handle because I suddenly felt uncomfortable. I could have sworn someone watching me, but when I turned my head to find out who it was, no-one was there. After deciding that it was just me being home-sick, I gripped the black leather handle and stepped out of the car. I stood in the same spot for a few minutes taking in how much colder it was here than in Florida, until my dad called my name.
"Ave, take these keys and unlock the front door for me so that I can bring all the cases in." Ave was what he called me when he was busy. When he was more relaxed, it was Ava. I slowly took the brass key from his hand and walked up the driveway to the front door, which I guessed to be oak. Just as the key clicked in place and the door opened, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned round to see a girl that looked around fourteen, the same age as me. Her layered light brown hair swayed behind her making her look like she belonged at a photo shoot. She had her fringe clipped to one side, showing off her heart shaped face. She wore a plain white tank top that complimentedher slim figure.
"Hi, I'm Ella." She stuck her hand out and I shook it. It was quite warm, but not uncomfortably so.
"Hey, I'm Ava, Ava Greene." She smiled a smile that made her perfectly white teeth shine with the little sun there was. "And that's my dad, Darren."
"I was wondering, do you want me to show you round a bit? Maybe introduce you to a few people?"
"I'll need to get my cell phone from my trunk first." I walked towards the blue trunk that my dad had placed in the hallway and un-zipped it. I unearthed the black phone from the piles of clothes to find that I had an unread SMS. Not surprisingly, it was off of one of my best friends, Lauren.
'Hey Ava. Hows England??? I bet its freezin! Wuu2??? Tb.x'
"Ella, do you mind if I text my mate back?"
"Course not. Go ahead." She replied. With that said, I text Laura back saying that England's alright so far and it is quite cold. I also decided to tell her that I've met a girl called Ella and she was just about to take me for a little walk round the area.
I slipped the Nokia Aeon into my jacket pocket and followed Ella out of my door and onto the path. We stopped halfway up the street when a boy, probably about fifteen or sixteen, walked of a house. He had untidy dark brown hair and his ocean blue eyes reflected my face as we gazed at each other. He was tall, tanned and handsome. For a moment, I thought I was in heaven. I snapped out of my reverie to listen to what Ella was saying.
"Ava, this is my boyfriend, Drew. Drew, this is Ava. She just came here from America."
So what do you think. If you like then I will carry on writing. Please review. Bad and good reviews are all welcome as are ideas of what I could write next.
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