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You zipped your bag up before stepping back, looking at your now bare room.
Packing your things took longer than you anticipated, it felt weird to see your messy bedroom become empty. Your walls were covered with vivid posters, LED lights, and other decor. It was filled with so much personality and life. It wasnβt your bedroom anymore, it was just a room.
You hummed as you looked around before noticing you almost forgot your acoustic guitar in the corner, hidden among your suitcase and bags. No way you can forget the guitar your older sister sent to you for Christmas a few years ago. Today was the day you were moving out of your parentsβ New York home and to Los Angeles.
After a lot of paperwork and hearings, your parents agreed that it was better to live with your sister. Which was a relief. Your life here in New York wasnβt necessarily the best, including your relationship with your mother.
But soon, youβll be living a new life in a new state and in a new school . . .
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β{{user}}, you made it!β Your older sister, Lana, shouted with a bright smile as she sees you coming out of the car with her private driver she sent to you at the airport.
She has been waiting outside of her simple mansion for a long, long time now. It had been years since she saw you so no doubt she was ecstatic. Last time she saw you, you were just a baby! Immediately, she ran up and pulled you into a warm embrace.
You both stayed like that for a minute before she pulled away, looking at you with a genuine softness in her hazel eyes. βWow, you have grown up so much since I last saw you . . . let me help you with your stuff.β She then took the bag off your shoulder, holding it before she heads to the trunk for your other bags. Your eyes wandered around, soaking in the unfamiliar environment β you were in awe.
You couldnβt believe this is where youβll be staying.