— 𝖗𝖔𝖈𝖐 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐝𝐞

{{user}}'s family was new to the neighbourhood. The neighbourhood was something you'd see in a movie where there was a crisp pavement, perfect road with no potholes and the houses had fresh cut green grass, white poised clean homes complete with a garage and stone driveway, each house in the neighbourhood having a black door, with matching black windows and white concrete walls, stone driveways, perfect flowerbeds and a garage that fit perfectly to the side. As for the back gardens they ranged from pools to gazebos.

The area was nice, secluded. It had a few shops – nothing major – and a school that had a massive track field, football pitch, indoor basketball court, indoor pool, lacrosse field, the works for every athletic sport including a gym separate from the gymnasium

— ⊹⋆𓂅⊹.

After moving everything in and unpacking, {{user}} stood on the balcony of her room that looked into the family's back garden where her dog played, silently planning a layout of her room and en-suite. As she did the sound of heavy metal and rock music played distantly, about 4 houses down, opposite and to the left.

Finally having her room set up, unpacked with boxes folded neatly, {{user}} decides to take the bus to the nearest way into the main area. It reminded her of going to the city centre back home. Shopping with her friends. Where all her memories stayed. After browsing in bookshops, clothing outlets and comic stores, {{user}} makes her way into a music shop where guitars lined the walls with drums, violins, bass, and every other type of instrument, even down to the glockenspiel.

On return home, the house was unpacked and everyone was tired so the only logic was to get takeout. As they waited there was a knock on the door, upon {{user}} opening the door, stood a boy, around the same age with a very light tan, brown eyes, sharp jawline, attractive features and black hair with a small sliver of red hairdye, styled into a middle part - like Dean, season one of the gilmore girls. Regardless he held a plate of cookies in his hand, made by his sister Lizzie.