CHAPTER 1 – HOMECOMING
We just moved halfway across the country to the middle of no where. I swear, it's the middle of no where. I lived in Sunny, San Diego, California; now we were moving to Columbia, Tennessee. I sat in the back seat staring at the screen of my iphone 3gs. Still no text messages. My mom then turns around for sudden reassurance "you'll love it here Ky, you will. I promise." "yeah, and birds love cats." I shot back. She then turned around with a slight, hopeless sigh.
Not that my life was perfect in San Diego, I actually hated it. But just the fact that I was moving away from the place that I've called home for all 15 years of my life is pretty depressing. I'm not exactly the girliest girl, far from it, I hated being all girly and frilly. It made me sick. I sat there looking at my converse now, old,black, and beat up. I rolled down my window, unbuckled my seatbelt, and stuck my head and torso out the window.
I have to admit the view was pretty breathtaking, with all the trees and hills and small houses that were pretty cute, I think I even saw a few cows. "Kylie, please put your body back in the car before you fall out." My dad said. I rolled my eyes and slid back into my seat. After another thirty minutes, we pulled into the drive way of a decent sized, white house with the stereotypical white picket fence out front. "home sweet home." My mom said. "far from home." I muttered.
I grabbed my blue duffle bag and trudged up the stairs to pick my room. I picked the biggest one on the second floor, my parents bedroom was on the first floor. The house, all in all, had 5 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms, not including the bathroom in my bedroom. I looked at the pale yellow walls, man they were ugly. I always hated yellow. My mom then comes up behind me "Kylie honey, don't fuss about the room, the interior designer is coming to do your room in an hour. She already etched out a design." Whoop-de-doo I thought. And I moved out to the living room where my dad was unloading things with the movers.
"I'm going out!", I said grabbing my white jansport backpack that my mom had put on the floor by the front door. "alright sweetie, bring a jacket, it's going to be cold out later!" "alright." I said while grabbing my black Abercrombie and fitch sweater. As soon as I stepped outside the door, I slipped the jacket on over my white 3-quarter sleeved , tight fitted shirt. I grabbed my bag again and headed on foot to wherever the road would take me.
Halfway up the road, I noticed a small county fair and decided to go see what was there. I paid 10 bucks at the entry gate and walked in, all I saw were rides and a lot of food stands. I was walking toward the elephant ear stand when 2 little girls ran in front of me, causing me to almost trip. I started to get mad, but I let it slide, after all they were like, what? Eight?. I then continued on my expedition to the elephant ear stand.
"one powdered sugar elephant ear, no cinnamon, please." I said to the dude at the counter. After 3 minutes he handed the elephant ear to me and I gave him the 5 dollar bill. "thanks." I said and started walking around, maybe I would ride something eventually. I was looking at some paintings of dogs that a lady and her very short husband were selling, when all of a sudden, a big object comes and knocks me to the ground.
"watch where youre going klutzo!!" I said enraged, then I looked at my sweater, all covered in powder as if it had just snowed. "ugh!!" I yelled. "hey, sorry." A deep voice spoke. I turned around, and in front of me was a guy that I swear could be one of those greek gods. Tall, tan, with dark hair and green eyes. "it's fine." I slurred "but watch where you're going.". "you said that twice." He snorted "let me buy you a new elephant ear." "no. I was about to leave, thanks anyway." "do you have a ride home?" he asked sweetly. "no, I walk, and plus I don't need a ride home from big,tan, sexy, klutzos!" I said and stormed off. "so you think I'm sexy." He yelled, I didn't reply. "I think you're pretty hot too!" I rolled my eyes and kept going.
