Ali's POV:

Today was the day. We were actually moving to England. As i finished packing I couldn't help but to look at every room in our house, each one filled with many memories. A tear ran down my cheek as I heard my name being called.
"Ali!" My dad yelled.
"What?!" I yelled in return. I wasn't in the mood to have a civil conversation with anyone, including my family. I didn't want to leave. I felt like i was leaving a chapter of my life..
"Are you ready?! We have to get to the airport! the flight will take off soon!"
UGH. I can't do this. I sat down in my bedroom for the last time, and i sobbed. I hate this. This is my home, not England.
I heard a knock on my door.
"Leave me alone!" i yelled.
"Woah sorry," Liam said as he walked in. He sat down next to me and held me while i cried.
"Look Ali, I know you don't want to do this. I don't really care for packing up and leaving either. But we can't change it. It s what we have to do. We can start over. Together. I will still be with you and we can work through this."
Hearing Liam say those things gave me a little bit of a relief feeling in my stomach. I finally decided to get up and gather the last of my bags. I headed towards my door turning around and looking at my room for the last time..

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We pulled up to this rather large house that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. There were a few neighbors but not too many. I sat in the car, not wanting to get out.
"Come on Ali, We have to load everything into the house. I know you will love ithere." My mom said. I got out but i didn't feel like helping much so i grabbed my own bags and headed inside.
Much to my surprise, the house was actually beautiful. We had a huge living room and a tall spiral staircase. I assumed my room was upstairs so i hauled all of my luggage up the steps. When i reached the top there were 5 doors. I had no clue which one was mine so i Peeked into all of them. I ended up choosing the room with the walk in closet, bathroom and 2 large windows, one facing the beautiful lake in our backyard and the other looked out to the neighbors house. There was a window that looked at mine so i made note to close the blinds before i went to sleep.

I was almost finished unpacking when Liam walked in.
"I should've guessed you would have picked the nicest room." He said, playfully punching my arm. Liam and I have never really fought. He has always been protective over me and i loved that.
"Mom wanted me to come and get you to tell you that dinner will be ready in just a few minutes."
"thanks" i said. I didn't have an much of an appetite. I didn't feel like i was at "home" yet.
As i walked downstairs i smelled my favorite dish. Spaghetti. As mad as I was at my parents, i couldn't wait to run into the kitchen and grab a plate of the food.
"It is nice of you to finally join us." my mom said.
"Yeah sure." I mumbled back. I kind of feel bad for the way i was treating my parents. Especially my mom. I know she didn't have much control over this situation and it surprised her just as much as it surprised me. But i still felt so hurt and lost.
"Ali, don't forget you start your first day of school tomorrow at Holmes Chapel Comprehensive School."
CRAP. I forgot about school. I didn't want to go. Not only did i have no friends there, but i had no way to get there besides walking with Liam.
"Okay, mom." I left the dinner table and walked upstairs. I was so frustrated and tired that i just decided it was time for me to go to bed. That was when I saw him..

Notes

This is my first time writing a story like this.
I hope everyone will give me some feedback as I continue to write.
Enjoy! :)