Well the plans I had are cancelled due to rain so here's an update! ______________________________ When we finally arrived at the house I almost gagged. The house was a really ugly salmon pink color! 'eww I hate the color pink! Can this get any worse?!' I thought sadly. We pulled into the driveway and we all stumbled out of the car. The heat immediately smacked me in the face 'damn it's hot!' I thought. I felt like I couldn't breathe. 'how the hell can anyone enjoy this weather?' We all stood up and stretched. After all, we did just drive for about 15 hours straight. I looked around the neighborhood in dismay. It looked creepy and deserted. No one was around. Well maybe that's because it was 1:00a.m but you would think that at least some cars would be driving by at that time. It was so quiet outside, I feel like if someone dropped a pin halfway down the street I would hear it. Like I said, creepy. I feel like we just moved into a ghost town. My mom's voice replayed in my head. 'I'm sure you'll love it' she'd said. 'oh yeah I totally love it. I love how creepy and silent it is and the fact that no ones around. I love how even though it's 1 in the morning it's still like 90 degrees out' and......I love how I'm talking to myself right now. Jeez I need some sleep >.<! I doubt that I would be able sleep tonight though after all that just happened the past few days. I glanced one last time at the creepy, deserted street before stepping inside. Immediately as I stepped inside, cool air washed over me. 'oh my gosh that feels amazing!' I decided I would spend most of my time indoors where it was cold, just the way I liked it. We were greeted by my aunt, uncle, and 3 cousins. "you guys are finally here! I can't believe it!" my uncle exclaimed, and hugs and kisses were shared with everyone. "I can't believe it either! I can't believe we actually finally got to move here!" my dad said happily, hugging his brother tightly after not seeing him for a few years. You see, my parents have been dying to move here ever since we came here on vacation in 2006, and it's currently 2010. Yep, they waited four long years until the chance to move finally came along. Now they're here and their dreams came true. Goody for them. We sat and talked for a bit and everyone caught up with each other. I looked at everyone's face. They were so happy. Everyone was happy except me. I was the only one without a smile on my face. I was the only one who had truly been devastated by this drastic change in my life. I had just gotten really close with my best friend and we'd just started to hang out this year. All our progress was cut off by the moving. I knew it would be a long time before I saw her again. It sucks because we had just gotten really close too. I knew we would just go growing further apart, all the progress we'd made as friends would just go down the drain. I sort of tuned everyone out and sat there glumly while everyone talked and laughed as if everything was fine. Well it wasn't. I felt like bursting into tears and screaming at my parents and telling them how they ruined my life and why would they do this to me. But I didn't. I just sat there, holding everything in, and pretending like I wasn't as sad and hurt as I really was on the inside. What can I say? I was used to hiding behind my "mask" and not showing everyone what I really thought and how I really felt. I never showed anyone the real me. I just couldn't. Not after all I've been through my entire life. All of the bullying and being made fun of I went through. I guess that was the reason I hid behind my "mask". I was scared of what people would think of me, the real me. So I forced myself to be shy and quiet and invisible. I figured no one would notice me or think much of me if I was like that. No one would have any reason to judge me if I never said a word in class. And no one really did notice me, and I was ok with that. I was used to being a lone wolf, a loner. I didn't mind, I actually kind of liked it. No one bothered me, I would go through my day peacefully, it was fine. Occasionally there would be the few people who were outgoing and not shy who would come up and talk to me. That's mainly how I made friends. People would come up to me first and I would talk to them back. I mean that would be rude if I didn't right? And I didn't want people thinking I was rude, so I talked. I've been like that ever since 8th grade. Shy, quiet, and invisible. That's how I was known, as the girl who barely ever talks. The sound of the front door opening snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up and noticed that my aunt, uncle, and cousins were leaving. I stood up and said bye to them, as did everyone else. We watched them drive away, and then unloaded the mattresses from the moving truck into the house. We quickly looked throughout the rooms and decided which ones we were getting. Of course, my parents would get the biggest room. It was huge, and it had an enormous closet with sliding doors and a pretty nice bathroom. My sister and I got the next biggest room since we had to share(which I was NOT happy about ). It was pretty big too and it had 3 windows and a small little closet. My brother got the smallest room, but at least he didn't have to share it. I hated sharing a room with my sister. She always goes through all my stuff and takes whatever she wants without permission. It was infuriating! She needed to learn about personal space. We all moved our mattresses into our rooms and got our blankets and pillows. I could already tell I wasn't going to sleep tonight. We all said our goodnights and went into our rooms. My brother was already snoring softy in his room when I walked by. Man, I never understood how he could fall asleep that fast. I plopped down sadly in my mattress and squeezed my little penguin stuffed animal. I couldn't sleep without it. I stared up at the ceiling trying to fall asleep, but I couldn't. My mind wouldn't stop wandering and thinking no matter how hard I tried to make it blank. After a few minutes of unsuccessfully trying to clear my mind and make it blank I gave up and just let it wander. 'this is gonna be a LONG night' I thought sadly. I decided I would talk to my sister and maybe it would help me fall asleep. I rolled over to face her and realized she was already sleeping 'great -_-' I stared up at the ceiling again and thought about my best friends and the school that I just left. My eyes watered and I started to wipe them, but since no one was up to see me I just decided to let the tears fall. That night, I silently cried myself to sleep. That was the worst night ever.
It's good so far I like it, um a small comment please introduce the characters with name to give them some kind of identity, especially main character. Thanks ^.^
Here's another update! Sorry it took so long! Enjoy! ______________________________ The next few weeks dragged on slowly. We unpacked everything from the moving van, and decorated our new home the way we wanted it. I still wasn't happy about the salmon pink walls, but I guess I was gonna have to get over it. We went out and explored our neighborhood and the stores and buildings that were nearby. Our neighborhood at night was eerily quiet and creepy, but during the day, it just seemed like a peaceful neighborhood. We barely saw anybody, and we never saw any children, although there were children toys and bikes on the lawns of our neighbors. I lay on my bed, eyes closed, music blaring in my ears, when someone tapped my foot. I resisted the strong urge to kick whoever it was that touched my foot and looked up, annoyed. I hated my feet being touched. I don't know why, but it just annoyed me. My mom glared at me. I paused my music and took out a headphone from my ear. "Don't give me that look, I've been calling you for like 10 minutes!" she said angrily. "Well I obviously didn't hear you, I had my music on." I replied pointing to my iPod. "I swear one of these days you're gonna be deaf. Why do you need your music that loud?" she asked, her arms still folded over her chest. "Because I like it that loud." I replied, just wishing she would leave me alone. She just stared at me. "Well get dressed, we're going out." she told me, walking to my door. 'Where could we possibly be going now? We've been out this whole week.' I thought to myself. "Where are we going?"I asked out loud. She faces me and smiles. "We're going to get you guys registered for school." she replies and walks out the door. At the mention of the word school, my heart starts beating rapidly. You know how some people are a little nervous or scared when they start school? Well in my current situation, I was petrified to start school. Just the thought of it made me feel like passing out; a brand new state, a brand new school, brand new people, and brand new teachers. I wouldn't know a single person except for my sister Melanie. She would be starting off as a Sophomore, and I would be starting off as a Junior. We were both super nervous at the thought of school. But nonetheless, we got dressed and and went to school to register. We walked into the school slowly, and looked around at the inside of the school. It wasn't that big, it was actually tiny compared to my other school. It was basically a two-story square with a ramp leading from one floor to the other. And stairs in each of the corners. We walked into an office labeled Guidance in green and black lettering. I assumed those were the school colors since the ramp was green and the walls were half black and half green. I guess I was ok with that. Green is my favorite color and I like black too. They go pretty well together. 'I guess that's the only thing I'll be liking at this school' I thought gloomily as a small petite woman walked up to us smiling. Boy was I wrong. ______________________________ Srry it's kinda short, I promise the next update will be longer