pra guardar e testar as coisas

The Chois were coming from Georgia, more specifically, Atlanta, the city of human rights and the 1996 Olympics, and all that in an exhausting twelve hours route. First, by car, then, by boat, and after finally arrive the Summers Principal Seaport, another nine hours drive travel. At the first three minutes they took a thousand of pics of the road and themselves and then just gone sleepy for all the road.
At 3 a.m they took the road to West Summers. The weather was so cold and moist that left de car windows soggy, letting everyone without any hope of seeing at least the cliche board saying the name of the state with the population below, principally Peter, who is the biggest fan of Twilight since two thousand eight.
After a three-hour driving trip, Peter's mom finally said something.
“Hey darling, don't you have any complaints?”, the silence just wasn't an option, essentially when her son and husband were present.

Before starting to think about any excuse to don't talk at all, Peter pushed his glasses to the beginning of his hair, instinctively smiling, so the words wouldn't come out too rudely;

“Hm... Yeah, sure, but I left all my whining in my adolescence, so don't worry too much.”, and he truly did, after you make eighteen years some people just like to stay out of the highlights.

While the sound of 'How deep is your love' played in the background the car finally stopped in front of their new house.

“How could I have any complaints while living in such a cool house?” Peter truly wanted his family to feel comfortable with this new reality in West Summers, even if he had to lie. Shifts aren't easy, and that's pretty much it, but seeing them crying because of the friends who were left behind shows the true nature of the Chois, and being a dick would add one more problem to his parents life.

Opening the car door and looking out thousands of boxes were visible, and the truck that brought them preparing to leave.

As usual, the youngest took his things and entered. That was the only thing he truly wanted to do, pick his shit up and get out so he didn't have to figure out how to organize everything in that day. The inside of the house was completely empty, looking like that place was recently made. In the parts where was hung the pictures of the old residents were clean, and outside, because of the years, were dirty, leaving their mark.

“Looks pretty old, right sweetheart? Your dad will do a beautiful job fixing it all”, she expected, unfortunately even Chaewoon, his mother, wasn't too sure about her own words. She was just too much optimistic, the opposite of the third Choi: Andrew, the authoritarian father. He's very quiet the whole time, just waiting your smallest failure.

“I bet”, deep in his soul, Peter just wanted to leave. “Can I just... go out for a minute?”

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