The
Player Falls Hard
Chapter 2
BRYNN'S POV
"Well, bye."
I said to Harry as I rolled up my earphone's, sticking my
Ipod in my jean pocket. I got up and opened the compartment above
my head and pulled out my bag, leaving it open for Harry to get
his bag out.
"Hey wait,"
He grabbed my arm as I was walking away, and I turned
to look at him. He continued to hold on to my arm and looked into
my eye's sincerly.
"So, since you're new to this country, I'd be glad
to show you around." Harry said to me as he still held on to
my arm.
"Oh, no thanks." I said, and walked off the plane. I
met up with my father and we walked to the baggage
claim.
"It's going to be the start of a great new life."
he said to me as we walked on the shiny tile floors.
"Mhm." I replied, not too excited for this 'great
new life.' I grabbed my suitcase as soon as I saw it and my
father did the same. I was ready to just fall asleep and forget
about the move and everything for a while, but someone tapped my
shoulder before I could get into the cab.
"I didn't get your number." said Harry.
"That's because I didn't give it to you." I
said, taking a seat in the cab and shutting my door. His face
looked shocked, almost like nobody had ever said something like
that to him before. As we pulled away, I looked out as the
building's wizzed by. All of them were the same white color,
but in the rain made it look dark and dreary. I closed my
eye's and laid my head against the cold, hard window. This
was horrible, and I wasn't talking about the rain. I had a
life back home. I had friends, crushes, teachers, hobbies, that I
had to leave behind because my dad made one decision. I had no
life here, just a clean slate. Everything that I had built up was
gone. Probably forever.
I took a deep breath and sighed. I know he didn't mean to
mess up my life, but I still felt as if he was guilty. You know
the saying, one door closes and another one opens? Well, in my
case, it's wrong. My old door slammed shut in my face, and my
new one never appeared.
The cab pulled up to a house that looked like it was attached to
the house next to it, both tall and lean.
"What city are we in?" I asked my dad as we grabbed our
bag's our of the cab.
"Barnet, part of greater London. This house has 2 rooms, 5
bedrooms, a dishwasher, fireplace, garden, and parking. This
is a visually stunning five bedroom refurbished Edwardian family
home, with off street parking and a 300 foot garden that we
can plant flower's in. This beautiful and
spacious..."
My dad rambled on as we walked to the wooden door, and walked
into our new "home".
I looked around and slipped off my flip flop's, dripping wet
on the smooth oak-wood floor. It had tan wall's with a lot of
space for picture's, but I didn't care. All the
picture's that would be going up were old family
picture's. My dad walked around, interested on what
everything looked like. I rolled my eye's and pulled my bag
up the stairs. I walked into the first room I saw and looked
around. It had white wall's, a small white closet, white oak
floor's, and a bathroom that was connected to it. Of course,
it was white. Everything was.
I sighed and laid my suitcase down in the middle of the floor and
sat on it. It wasn't the most comforable, but I didn't
care. I wasn't comfortable here at all. I laid my head in my
hand's, my brown hair falling down around my face like a
shield, hiding me from the rest of the world. I felt a tear roll
down my face but I didn't bother to wipe it off. It landed on
my jean's, and I realized that more tear's fell down my
face. I stood back up, wiping my eye's and sniffling, and
walked to the balconey. I stepped out into the cooling rain and
sighed, taking a deep breath of the London air.
"I didn't want this. I didn't need any of
this." I said to myself, clutching the black metal bar.
I held onto it tighter and tighter, hoping to let out all of my
frustration and anger and confussion. All I got was a hand that
dug into the metal and left me in a small amount of pain. I
really didn't want any of this. This was all so weird and new
to me. I felt safe at my old house, my old life. But here I fet
vulnerable and unsafe. But, I guess I would have to make the best
of it.
Hope you guys enjoyed it! Fav and comment? ♥
~ Lizzie and Emma
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XxpandaluverxX · 1 decade ago
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awesome notfiy please