Chapter 1
New town, new house, new life... Fresh start. That’s how I had to look at life growing up but now? Still the same shit different day. When we were younger Eleanor, my sister would get us to be a different person in each town, but I gave up.
Since I was younger, I wanted easily to have a steady home to put down roots, but it was always the same. Move to a new place where parents work. We move and repeat. I gave up on that dream long ago and me and Enzo my brother gave up on reinventing ourselves. Creating roots like a normal family just wasn’t us.
My Eldest sibling is Eleanor Moore, she is 20 years old and is currently living in our last town. She is living with her boyfriend Michael and has an amazing fashion designing job.
My eldest brother Enzo Moore, turning 18 meaning he is in his last year of school. Gay and very proud of course, he’s a year older than me and because of this we have always been very close. Even though he is a football player, and I am a silent bookworm.
After myself they have the 3-year-old demon twins Claudette the youngest and Paulette the eldest by Three Minutes. Claudette I already know is going to be a bossy boots. She is so sassy and is overflowing with attitude. Her sister is the opposite; Paulette is laid back and an artist. She knows what she wants and knows how to get it without being rude.
Our youngest addition is Arlo Moore, at 1 years old he shows more personal and potential then all of us combined. The little lad is a genius and will probably grow up to be a mad scientist.
My mother Venessa Moore, used to be in the Hillier family. Mother was disowned when she got pregnant at 16 with Eleanor. Getting married to my father, they travelled the world. Mother became an artist so when 2 years later she had Enzo she could still work. My mother is a 36-year-old famous painter. Her paints are sold all around the world.
My father Leonardo Moore, Leo for short, is an ex-army soldier now a famous 45-year-old writer. Born and raised in the little town of Ryedale, the town we are currently moving to, left at 11 years old and placed into the foster system. My father had grown up bouncing from home to home with his twin sister Moreen. He never speaks of his siblings, but we know they are no longer with us.
I never made friends when I moved to new places, I was usually alone with one person who would help me with his work every now and again and to show me around the school. No one wants to bother with the girl who constantly moves and to be honest I wouldn’t blame them.
Dealing with someone you’ll never see again is a waste of time, effort and money. I let out a sigh when my favourite building popped into view as we parked up. We were outside a large break service station, and I left in relief.
This large Magnificat modern building was more home to me then any four walls I have lived in, with us moving all the time these were literally the only constant thing other than my family. I got out of the hot car after Enzo and I stretched our bodies out before heading up to the front doors of my home.
I could hear my parents calling for me, but I blocked them out. It was my time to be alone and just relax from the nagging of my family. I headed straight to the bathroom to do my business. Once I Emptied my once full bladder, I headed up to the Burger King and grabbed some chicken fries before heading back over to the car.
Our family was close and heated being away from each other, or at least my parents hated it when we were not with them like 24/7. If you went missing for 5 mins then you’d start getting calls and texts. Which I why my phone is always on silent.
When I was finished, I headed back over to the car where the family was waiting. My parents’ gave me the look of disappointment which was very clear as my brother hooked an arm around my shoulders and ushered me back into the car.
I nestled into my brother’s side for the majority of the way to the house, I never really spoke much, and it wasn’t because I was a moody teenager or because I hated my family. Dad said I had always been independent and silent unlike my other siblings.
“So my little doves.” My father started not taking his eyes off the road. We have some news for you.” He reached over and grabbed moms hand kissing the knuckles lovingly. I watched them in longing. I wanted their relationship.
“This next house,” It was mothers turn to talk. “Is going to be our new permanent home!” she squealed like a pig. I snorted at that thought. Me and my mother never had a great relationship, but I had dad. “No more moving!” she sang.
I looked up from my phone to see my dad looking at us through the rearview mirror every now and again. Yeah, like I had heard that shit before. I thought, I rolled my eyes and looked back down at my phone. I felt my brother tense a little beside me, I placed a hand on his arm instantly feeling him relax.
“Me and your mother have agreed that if we need any inspiration outside the family for our work, we will take a couple of days out and go to get the inspiration till we are done.” Again, he looked at us and mother turned in her seat to smile at us, but we didn’t speak.
“You kids are getting older, so you need a more stable upbringing then the one you have been given.” She spoke up, she acted like the moving around in our younger days was the beneficial part. Don’t get me wrong.
We visited some beautiful places. But none were home to us. And that all was ever wanted. A home, once a few towns over a couple years ago they attempted this but Eleanor got into trouble and they instantly packed up and left. Cowards
“I thought you’d be more excited.” Our mother squealed as she turned back around to face the front window screen. “I know we are!” My parents sang in unison.
