08-22-2018, 10:52 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"]She wasn't settled. By no means.
They were settled into the house, the minimal boxes unpacked and everything else they needed had been purchased. She and her mother's little house had, after months, become a home. It was a big adjustment, but it was one that she had made once before. She could only hope that they would stay in LA, or at the very least, in America. She was tired of moving. She wanted to stay somewhere more permanent.
The rest of her life was a different story. Beverly was by no means a shy person, and she had found friends rather quickly. They were all kind and had welcomed her in with open arms, but she was still very much the new kid. Maybe not to anyone else, but in her own eyes. Everything about her life now was, yet again, entirely new and unexplored and it was daunting.
"You look beautiful," her mother spoke from the couch, some news broadcast displayed on the television.
Looking up from her phone, she smiled. "Thank you," was her simple answer, nervously tucking a piece of bleached hair behind her ear. She wasn't sure what to expect from a high school party. But it was important to get out there, keep adjusting herself, and that was the whole reason she agreed to go. Taking a seat on the stairs, Beverly waited for that "I'm here" text.
They were settled into the house, the minimal boxes unpacked and everything else they needed had been purchased. She and her mother's little house had, after months, become a home. It was a big adjustment, but it was one that she had made once before. She could only hope that they would stay in LA, or at the very least, in America. She was tired of moving. She wanted to stay somewhere more permanent.
The rest of her life was a different story. Beverly was by no means a shy person, and she had found friends rather quickly. They were all kind and had welcomed her in with open arms, but she was still very much the new kid. Maybe not to anyone else, but in her own eyes. Everything about her life now was, yet again, entirely new and unexplored and it was daunting.
"You look beautiful," her mother spoke from the couch, some news broadcast displayed on the television.
Looking up from her phone, she smiled. "Thank you," was her simple answer, nervously tucking a piece of bleached hair behind her ear. She wasn't sure what to expect from a high school party. But it was important to get out there, keep adjusting herself, and that was the whole reason she agreed to go. Taking a seat on the stairs, Beverly waited for that "I'm here" text.