A/N: And here's a new story that I have started. It's based on real life stuff and the actual group in my school that call themselves 'The Family'. They inspired to make this fanfiction and I'm having a lot of fun writing it because I love writing in first person POV. Hope you enjoy it, and tell me how you feel about the first chapter!! Review!
Disclaimer: Don't own digimon at all
I let out another groan, looking out the window of my mom's old red jeep. Is it normal to move to another city when you're a senior in high school? Well, I don't think so, but who cares what I think nowadays. Maybe if my dad cared about what I thought, he wouldn't have left my mom. But I'm over that…for the most part.
But thanks to him, my mom and I had to move to a new place. And my brilliant mother decides to move to Odaiba, a good distance away from Tokyo.
"It's time to start fresh," she had said. "It's time to start all over."
I'd sit there and roll my eyes. Honestly, why did I have to start over? I had everything made for me back in Tokyo. A great bunch of friends, perfect grades, and even Tokyo University had accepted me for next year.
I didn't need to move. There was no point. Seriously.
I leaned my head against the window and sighed, fidgeting with my white skirt. I could feel my mother glancing at me and biting her lip.
"Please, Sora, Odaiba is not that bad," she stated with her eyes glued on the road. I looked out the rear-view mirror and saw the moving truck still following us. I didn't answer her. She glanced at me again and smiled.
"The house is absolutely lovely, and the neighborhood is completely friendly. I'm sure everything will be fine," she explained further, placing a hand on my hand. I didn't comment.
A few moments later, my mom pulled into the driveway of my new home. It was a two-story house- painted white, except for the red shutters and roof. The grass around it was green and the bushes were vibrant.
At least the house was nice. My mom walked out of the parked car and went over to the parked moving truck. I slowly got out, as well, and walked up to the house. Tilting my head slightly, I examined all of it.
My auburn bangs started to get in the way, so I took out tiny clip that I had clipped to my shirt and clasped my bangs on top of my head.
"Hey, you must be our new neighbors," a voice called. I turned to the voice on my right and saw a red-headed boy grinning at me. I politely smiled back and walked up to the fence.
"Yeah, my name's Sora. Sora Takenouchi," I introduced, placing my hand out. He shook it softly and beamed.
"I'm Koushiro Izumi. I live…right here," he stated, motioning the house behind him. I chuckled and nodded. He seemed nice enough.
"So how do you like it here so far?" he asked, closing the book in his hand and pulling out the pencil placed behind his ear. I shrugged and kicked a random stone on the floor.
"It's alright. I used to live in Tokyo, and its quite different here. I'm still not used to the whole suburban part yet," I commented. Koushiro nodded and laughed.
"Yes, that might take a while to adjust to," he commented, tapping the pencil on his book. I looked down and noticed that it was an AP physics book.
"Hey, that's one of my classes," I stated, pointing to his textbook. Koushiro looked down and grinned.
"That's great! Hopefully we'll be in the same class," he exclaimed warmly. I smiled and agreed. It would be helpful to have someone I knew in the same class.
"Why don't I walk you to school tomorrow? That way I can show you around and help you find your classes after you get your schedule," he offered kindly. I couldn't refuse, I mean, I would need the help.
"That would be great, actually. It would help me out a lot," I said with a chuckled sigh and his black eyes lit up.
"No problem, I'll see you tomorrow morning," he said with a wave as he walked towards his house. I thanked him and sighed. At least the people were accepting of new folk around here.
Turning around, I noticed that a few men were carrying in some boxes and heavy furniture into the house. Some of my things were already there, but the larger stuff was being placed in the house now.
I saw my mother talking to a man with a big clipboard, and the sight of her and the man laughing together and flirting was sickening. It hurt to know that my mother was ready to move on after the divorce, but I still wasn't. But, it made her happy, and I guess I would just sacrifice my own happiness for her.
I took one last look at my mother's brown hair and eyes, and walked into the house. I yielded to some men bringing items in, and headed for the stairs, which were straight ahead after I entered the house.
I reached the top and saw a piece of cardboard taped to one door. It had my name on it, so I slowly entered the room. My bed wasn't there yet, but my nightstand and my lamp were. The room was rather small, but I wasn't going to complain. It was bigger than the room I had in my old apartment. I stepped around some boxes and sighed again.
There was a window on the side and it was very large. Walking up to it, I pulled up the blinds and opened the window all the way. The light bled into the room, and a soft wind blew in my face, so I closed my eyes. It felt soothing, and the air was clear.
Opening my eyes again, I looked around the neighborhood. It was peaceful and quiet with the slight whisper children laughing in the distance. This place was completely different than my old home in a good way, but a part of me missed my old lifestyle.
Something caught my eye and I looked down. There was a boy, no older than me, bouncing around a soccer ball on his knees and head in his backyard. He was wearing a jersey of some sort, and white shorts.
I noticed that his hair was bushy and brown, and his eyes were probably the same color. Something about him seemed ruggedly… handsome.
I watched him for a few seconds longer, and then someone from his house called him. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but with a quick 'okay', he grabbed the soccer ball, mid-air, and ran into his house.
I noticed that he lived in the house behind ours. The back of his house was facing the back mine, and since my room was located at the rear of my house, I had a perfect view of his backyard.
"Sora, can you come down here for a minute!" I heard my mother call. I quickly turned around and walked out of my room. Running down the stairs, I saw my mother calling me to follow her from the main entrance doorway.
We walked out together and headed to the jeep. She took some stuff out from behind it and handed them to me.
"Just place those in the living room for me, honey. And then come back out, there's still a lot more," she ordered. I sighed and obeyed. I walked back into the house and stopped for a second.
It had finally hit me. From here on, there was no turning back.