Atlanta, Georgia, United States of America Sol 3 3:56 2013 Common Era

When you have a home, you will have to one day move away from it, Mum once said. I never thought this would ever happen, but it just did today. I missed London. Our new house was quite different from the house in London. Surprisingly, the new house is a lot bigger. I would never cease to be amazed at how Dad talked down the price of the house with the retailer. The original price was three hundred thousand pounds- four hundred seventy six thousand and two hundred fifty American dollars. Dad convinced the man on the other end of the phone to lower the price to fifty thousand pounds. Utterly amazing.

Our new house was a Victorian Gothic style. The whole house was grey; except for the occasional midnight blue or rustic red stone further down to its foundations. The house had three floors. The sun window was about two stories high. The house looked pretty old, like it may have time jumped from the medieval era. The third floor made up of the attic and a couple hidden rooms I found from research. The use of them was unknown, but there are several arguments all over the forums.

Our car finally arrived at the address. I have to admit, the house was even more beautiful than the pictures. Unlike the past pictures of it, the door was painted a different color. The door was a deep shade of ocean blue. Apparently, Dad requested it to be painted that color.

I entered the house before Mum and Dad could even get out of the car. I stared at the foyer around me. The walls were a shade of rose red, with black silhouettes of flowers and vines decorating them. I saw a dark wooden staircase to my left that led up. I noticed a slight discoloration in the shape of an archway at the base. I shrugged, deciding that I will investigate it later. I raced up the stairs in a flurry of dark pants and black Converse. I ignored that hazel wood double doors further down the hall and made my way to the black door with an odd design carved into it. I stare at it for a moment. The carving was made up of swirly and geometric designs. I have to admit, it was peculiar. I shrugged it off and turned the crystal knob.

The walls of the room were painted a deep shade of violet. Black silhouettes of birds, of all kinds, decorated them. A tall lamp with a red shade stood beside my bed. I smiled at the fact that my bed from London was here. I fell backward onto my bed, staring at the small green glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling. To my right were large windows that looked similar to stained glass but there weren't any colors to it except for grey. My room was pretty bare, since I haven't actually added anything to it.

I sighed, missing my old home and London… Although it was nice change from seeing Silvia every day. I yawned, tired. I fell asleep soon after.

I waited silently in my swimwear for the teacher's next instruction. Surprisingly, Missy Franklin was assisting in teaching us for a change. I was surprised to see Missy nodding in approval and staring at me with amazement when I won just about every race. The only girl in my class that beat me in one race and came second to me was called Cameron Firenze. She was from Brazilian-French descendance but her accent was true American. Her hair was shoulder length and braided in a shade of dark chocolate brown. Her skin was shade lighter shade of golden brown, similar to nicely done chocolate chip cookies. Her eyes were milky brown, like hot chocolate. Cameron was about my age, but half an inch shorter than me.

I won the next race easily, with Cameron not far behind me. When I had finished changing into my clothes and packing, I heard soft sobbing. I opened the door of the girl's locker room a crack. I saw a hunched figure in a pink shirt and denim shorts, with her hair still wet. The figure was on one of the highest diving boards and apparently was the same girl that beat me at the backstroke race. I dropped my pack and in the next moment, I was climbing the ladder leading up to the diving board. I stopped a foot away from from Cameron.

"Hey, you alright, Cameron?" I asked quietly. Cameron's head shot up at the sound of my Cockney accent.

She sniffled before nearly shouting, "My name is Cammie!" After a pause, she said quietly, "Just call me Cammie..."

"What's wrong then, Cammie?" I frowned.

"I'm scared of heights. I want to stop being scared, so that's why I got up here." Cammie mumbled. I blinked a couple times. I was afraid of heights too, years ago.

"Don't worry," I sat down beside her. "I used to be scared of heights too. It took me a long time to get over it. Here, take my hand." I stood up, holding my hand put to her. Cameron took it after a moment of hesitation. I silently help her down the ladder. I glanced at the clock quickly. "Sorry, I have to go. My mum would be waiting outside." I said. Cameron nodded before saying bye to me. I waved in farewell to her as I walked away. I paused and turned around. "Do you want to be friends, Cammie?"

Cammie grinned before replying, "Friends, yeah."

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