flowers.

elora is a teenage photographer and model, never stepped foot into a public high school, why? she's a homeschooled student who never experienced the outside life. besides when she was smaller, up to 6th grade because of personal troubles.

now after moving to a new society, her parents wanted a questionable change. New York — California.

everything appeared different, moving across the state, being a new student, knowing no one but your family. elora did think it wasn't going to be easy, and she knows how trouble some people are.

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"elora, are you done packing?" the rose voice awoken from the bare room of the hallway.

"almost, all I have to do is gather the rest of my clothing and put them in another box." elora responded lightly.

"alright, soon we have to get everything in the truck. around 6 we will be own our way." the figure approached the room, smiling lightly.

"okay, I should be done soon!" elora joyfully raises her voice, smiling aside. "don't worry mom, it'll be fine."

"I know sweetie, it's going to be quite a change. are you fine with that?" elora's mother approached her, both facing one on one.

"of course! all for you guys." she gently laughed, grabbed in a tight hug from her mother.

"well, you should get going before it gets later. love you." her mother mouthed out the last words, and exited her daughters room.

elora was strictly happy for a change, she doesn't really know anything about California since being grown up in New York. though, no clue that she'll also be changing her school and home schedule.

who wouldn't be ready for a change? something new? other people? viewing a different part of the states?

'this will be my chance to change my style(s). i'm not going to let anyone change my mind.'