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Julia's POV
I look out the window as we drive to our new home. This is our second move, and adjusting to my new life hasn't been easy. There always seems to be a problem, so we have to move. I'm starting to lose hope of having a regular life. As the car passes, I gaze at the trees, but at the edge of my vision, I catch a glimpse of something blue. For a second, I think I see a wolf, but that's impossible, so I put it out of my mind. I keep looking out the window as the landscape changes from a beautiful, tranquil village to the vibrant city of Los Angeles.
It looks like everyone's busy.
Here, teenagers walk with their friends, women in pencil skirts rush to work, probably already late. Men in suits, some strolling, others hurrying to their jobs.
I'm not a fan of this place.
I'm more of a quiet person who likes to stay alone in a peaceful setting. Most of the time in high school, I stay in the library and even eat there.
"We're here," Mom says, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I turn to her, smile, and whisper a swift "OK."
I step out of the car and see the house we'll be staying in. It's beautiful and gives off a cozy atmosphere. Despite my better judgment, I fall in love with it immediately.
The house is a two-story building painted blue and white. I really love it.
"Close your mouth, honey, you could catch a fly. And wipe off the drool at the corner of your mouth," Mom says, mocking me.
I quickly close my mouth and wipe the drool away.
I walk right behind her, stunned by the marvelous interior. I really love it.
The living room is beautiful, with a loveseat and a coffee table on the left, and a couch on the right.
"It's not even funny, Mom," I say, huffing and folding my arms, looking annoyed. "It doesn't even look that good."
"Of course," Mother replies, amused by my behavior and not believing me at all.
"Let's finish this tour then, shall we?" Mom says after a while.
"Yeah, let's go," I say, walking behind her.
The interior is beautiful. It looks like there was a painting war, but it's still gorgeous.
There's a fluffy white carpet on the floor, making me feel like I'm walking on clouds. I love it.
The kitchen is simple yet beautiful, with a stove in the corner, a refrigerator next to it, and an island.
Then I go upstairs and choose the room with the balcony, a queen-size bed, and a walk-in closet.
I'm amazed. It's spacious enough for me to add things to it.
All I have to do now is decorate it with my belongings.
Thankfully, the moving truck arrives, and we unload the rest of our things.
I pack my clothes and place my bookshelf in a corner, filling it with my books.
After we finish unpacking, Mom orders takeout.
I head upstairs to take a shower. I strip bare in front of the mirror, turn on the water, and hop in.
The cold water doesn't bother me.
After my shower, I apply lotion, walk into my closet, and put on a pair of panties, shorts, and a tank top. I don't like wearing a bra when I sleep; it's quite uncomfortable.
I throw my hair into a messy bun and head downstairs with Mom.
After we finish eating, I do the dishes while Mom takes a shower.
I place the dishes in the dryer, then head to my room to brush my teeth.
I'm not sleepy yet, so I step out onto the balcony to feel the cool breeze.
That's when I notice that my room faces the neighbor's room.
They have their lights on, and I can see what's happening inside.
That's when I see those hazel eyes that make me shiver involuntarily.
Those same eyes snap in my direction, and we make eye contact. I quickly turn my head, a deep blush coating my cheeks.
I turn around and go to bed because school starts tomorrow. Yay...
*Note the sarcasm.*
I jump into my bed, and sleep soon finds me.
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