I did it, I'm officially in England. No more America for me. I stepped outside the cab and smelt that good old English smell. My new home would now be Berkshire and I knew already I would love it. Btw, my names Milly, I'm from California but just moved to Berkshire, England. I'm 14 years old. I have brown long hair and brown hair and glasses.

Of course, being me the first thing I did was check out the house. Exploring a new house was my favourite thing to do. When you walk in the first thing you see it the hallway, with a staircase on your left and two rooms on your right. The one nearest to you is the dining room and the other the living room. In front of you there is the kitchen with big doors leading to the garden. On the left of the kitchen was the laundry room. Ok I was starting to like this place.

Upstairs on the left was the bathroom, and on the right was 3 more stairs leading to the bedroom. Peering into each one I chose the one with mint green walls.

After I dumped my bags I was off exploring the world. Stepping out of the house, I had a choice, left or right. Left, more houses and blah blab blah. But, on my right, cute boy. Obviously picking right I notice something familiar about him. "HOLY SHIT, ITS HARVEY MILLS" !

Writers note:
Hi so thank you for reading this, I basically just got inspired from other story's so I thought I would give it ago. Sorry for the short chapter tho. I hope you enjoy this and as it's the summer I have plenty of time to write to chapters if people like this.💖