The removal truck pulled up outside of Shontelle’s old flat. The flat itself was very small, vandalized and grotty, but these were only surface reasons for why her foster mum decided to move. The deeper reasons behind the move came from personal struggles. Shontelle was getting bulied by other kids, and after searching and failing to find jobs in the area, her foster mom was accepted to a decent job in Ohio
“Are you sure you don’t want to say goodbye to anybody in your class?” asked Shontelle’s foster mum, Berry.
“No.” replied Shontelle, before climbing into the back seat of their car.
Berry sighed, “Ok you know where these are going? We’ll follow behind.”
“Yes ma’am.” puffed the removal worker.
Berry shut the car door behind her and started the engine.
“Look, Shontelle, I’m trying my best.”
“Thats what you always say Berry! I just want to have a normal life for once.” Debated Shontelle whilst turning to the side window.
“Its not my fault you got into that fight, and smashed Old Man Jenkins window. Perhaps at school it wasn’t all your fault, thats why were moving. This move doesn’t benefit me apart from a new job.” explained berry sympathetically.
The forgiving sunlight then kissed over the car, and the white florescence of Shontelle’s porcelain skin reflected on to the car roof. Just below her wrist lay an old but unforgettable scar which happpened to be one of the many injuries her real parents had cursed her with. With great softness, Berry pulled down her sleeve to cover the scar.
“I will never, ever do anything like that to you, Berry.”
After the long journey from Indiana to Ohio, the delivery truck swiftly pulled in and parked up on the pavement, followed by the families red car. With a sigh of relief, Berry raised her head so she was facing the car roof, and shut her eyes.
“MEEEEEEEEEEEEEP” roared the truck, with just a slight accidental nudge of the horn.
“AAAAH!” she screeched, banging her head of the fabricated roof.
Shontelle awoke with a startled jump, and a slight high pitched squeal.
“Oh well, better go see how the unloading is going” began berry, before realizing Shontelle was too in the car, “So .. Wanna’ see your new room, hunny?”
“Okayy..” she yawned.
******
The next morning, Shontelle was quite aware of her surroundings, and enjoyed their little house. It was slightly bigger than their old flat, but wasn’t modern at all. The carpet was ratted at the edges, and had various stains which were hard to identify.
By 8 am, she had already finished her breakfast and began the short trek to the bus stop from which the bus collected local students. She was going to Greenville High, and thought this would be an ideal time to make some new friends.
The bus stop was now only a few meters away from her, but she stopped in shock at the other kids. They were pushing and kicking each other, and shouting abuse from either side of the shelter. Most were either gothic or scene, and were blasting heavy metal tunes from their phones. There must of been twenty-or-so kids in the village, which was very small but welcoming. Despite the attitude of the respected shop owners and neighbors, Shontelle felt sick with fear at the teenagers.
“Oi!” Shouted a chav from the bus stop, “Come ‘Ere!”
“Oh god, oh god.” muttered Shontelle under her breath before slowly pacing towards the bus stop, pulling her bag over her shoulder ready to defend herself with.
The ring leader of the group raised to a full stance, examining Shontelle.
“So .. your the new Tim, eh?” she asked.
“Uhmm .. what?” she woundered.
“Tim.” she acknowledged, turning to the group.
A tough looking kid swayed beside her, “Tim was a legand! Only person ‘managed to live the tale of jumping off the clock tower!”
“yeah!” agreed the varied group of people.
“well .. I guess so?” admitted Shontelle, still confused.
“Courtney” addressed the girl, stretching out her hand towards Shontelle.
“Oh!” giggled Shontelle, reaching out her hand to shake Courtney’s, “Shontelle.”
“No. Stupid. Lunch money.”
“Uhm … I’m going home for lunch today, It’s my first day an’all.” She Lied.
The school bus then pulled up, saving Shontelle from perhaps a very messy scene.
“Well, Tomorrow” explained Courtney, before climbing onto the bus.
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first, do you like it? how can i shorten it down because i love writing but the object is a short story and it has to be 800-1000 words, and thats just my introduction .. and its 729 words :\
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