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My brand new white sneakers slapped against the dirty pavement as I followed Mrs. Storm out of the car and towards a pretty brick family house. This was apparently the house I was supposed to call my home for the next few months. I ran my hand through my messy-curly hair and adjusted my grip on my glossy black suitcase.

''You can leave your suitcase at the bottom of the steps,'' Mrs. Storm called out from her spot in front of the front door. ''I'll get David or Ashton to bring it up.''

''Oh, that's okay, Mrs. Storm,'' I answer, feeling a little ashamed of my rough American accent with all those refined English accents around me. ''It's not all that heavy.''

She didn't answer, being currently occupied trying to wrench open the front door. She laughed a little breathlessly as she finally managed to push it into the hall.

''Come on in,'' she smiled. I heaved my suitcase up the small flight of stairs and stepped into the cozy warm hall. The walls were clad with rich cream wallpaper and a thick grey carpet ran its entire length to a cream door at the end. Close to the door was were a curved flight of stairs started and someone thundered down.

''This must be the wonderful Jasmin, am I right?'' said the friendly middle-aged man, who I presumed was Mr. Storm.

''That would be me,'' I said, giving him a tight smile. I didn't want to seem unfriendly, but it seemed like I couldn't avoid being unfriendly in a place I didn't even want to be right now. Whatever.

''Well,'' Mrs. Storm broke the steadily getting more uncomfortable silence. ''Please start calling us David and Anne, Jasmin. We'd really like to get to know you. Your parents are wonderful people, and I'm sure that you're a wonderful girl. I'll show you your room.''

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