Bullied

"I'll miss you" Jenny said as she hugged me
"..Same..." I answered

It was hard for her to let me go.. But it was also hard for me to leave.
Jenny was my bestie - always listened to me. I could tell her everything - and we had no secrets in front of each other.

"There will be a person who likes you. I promise. You're awesome - they have to love you" She smiled at me with tears in her eyes
"Hopefully..." I answered "But there won't be such a good friend like you"
"Andy! Move your ass into the car!" Amanda, my little sister, called out to me
I turned around to shout back "Give me 5 minutes!"
Looking at Jenny again I said "So... I have to go now. I'm going to call you tomorrow after school. We'll stay in touch... Take care of you and don't let those bastards bring you down." I kissed her cheek

She got bullied because of her music taste. It was "too hard" for girls. Nobody accepted her - neither her parents. But the worst were the 5 boys. They tried a few times to punch her. Luckily I was there every time and defended Jenny.
It had been horrible for me if they knocked her down

"I won't.. but promise me you take as much care of you as I do..." She said
I took her hand "Of course. ...We'll meet again. I swear... Goodbye"
We hugged each other for a last short time
"Goodbye" Jenny whispered

On the way to Ohio

"Mom? Can we spend our next holidays at home?" I asked "I mean our old home... because of Jenny..."
My mother smiled "Perhaps. What do you think, Chris?"
"We'll see" he sighed. Dad had so much to do for our move and promising me to come back to my hometown could have been too unsure. I mean, it wasn't only stress to him - it was also stress to our whole family. But we had to. Because of dad's band (I really didn't understood why excactly)
"No, I want to go to a beach" Amanda complained "and not back to people who already forgot me"
"You think Jessica will forget you? Oh, be more optimistic" I tickled her to make her smile again
She laughed "Andy! Stop!"

After a long journey we had arrived at out new house. It was a bit antiquated, but that made it look very mystic.
"Wow.." I mumbled
My little sister destroyed that film-like moment ... "Ugh! Don't tell me this old pile of scrap is our new home."
"Amanda Biersack! Today I don't want to hear you complaining again!" my mother scolded
"It's ok mom. I think Mandy just didn't saw that this style makes it pretty" I tried to play it down (even if that sounded like "piles of scrap look pretty"... but ok)
My parents were a ticking time bomb. If my little sister annoyed them more they were going to explode...
My mother sighed and just got out of the car with my father
"Are you serious?!" I cursed "They're stressed enough - you play with fire!"
"Don't tell me what to do" Amanda mouned and went out, too. So did I

"Andy, help me getting the bags into our house" my dad told me and directly gave me 4 heavy ones before I could say a word. They had to be from my sister - smelled like parfume, filled up with stuff... yes it was definetly for my sister
I took them into the living room and placed them on the floor... there was also a bit time to have a look around

Compared to our old house it was bigger and older. It looked a bit like it wanted to tell you a story. A story about the life of a soul which is still here as a ghost
-Ok, or maybe I should stop watching films

"Take your bag, son and come with me. I'm going to show you your new room. .. And please put your clothes directly into the wardrobe. And not after 2 years or so" my dad told me
I laughed "ok, let's go"

The stairs were made of wood and you could hear every step you made. That scared me a bit... it reminded me of those horror films....
Upstairs was a small hallway with 4 doors. Patterns were carved in them which made them look older than they already were. My father quickly opened the first one to show me the bath. It was renovated - so it didn't match to the house.. what a shame.
The other 2 doors were the rooms of my sister and my parents. They looked pretty simple - like every furniture here
We stopped in the end of the hallway
"That's your room" my dad said as he opened the last door.
The first thing I saw was the beautiful window. Ok, not directly the window, but the view. You could see that little road in front of our house, the old roofs of our vicinity, the big tree on the right of my window and the sun shining directly into my room..
It really reminded me of those creepy houses in a horror film... the road ended in a dark forest and the tree was next to my window which made it seem like a typical way to escape out of my room.

"Do you like it?" My dad asked smiling as he saw my enthusiastic face
"Of course" I grinned and walked to the window
The furnitures weren't important to me - they were just simple.... but the view was fantastic. Pure inspiration.
"I leave you alone now. If you need me - let me know. I'm downstairs in the living room and tidying up" he left me, but I heard the wood of the stairs creak with every step he made

The first day was awesome. I mean, this house was just wonderful...
~Maybe it isn't that bad here~ I thought. But I was wrong

Notes

Here we go - the first chapter:))
Just to show you how my writing style is.
And I'm sorry if there are grammar mistakes or so - english is not my mother tongue
Next chapter is going to be more exciting.
I want to make a really good fanfic, so maybe it takes a while until I update again. You can use your waiting time to write a comment xD

(and btw I just realized that I got a Jenny here, too - like in my other fanfic... That's creepy. Maybe there's a Jenny controling me in my head.. ok I'm getting weird again)
Hope you enjoyed it:3
c ya next chapter!