Her Match (re-writing)

Chapter 1

---ZOEYS P.O.V. (Point of view)---

I watched as dad drove into the driveway of our new house. The new house was big and it had a big garden with many flowers and trees. Probably apple trees. Beside me in the cas sat my two idiots to brothers and was talking about some shit I didn't really care about. My sister sat behind me and was talking to mom who sat at the other end of the car in the front, so she had to shout to be heard over my brothers loud talking. Dad had the radio on and was telling everybody to shut up, so he could hear what they were saying. It was a relief to finally get out of dads white hybrid car, and to breath fresh air. After all we had been sitting in the car for like eight hours. When I got out of the car my older brother Michael, threw my hand bag that I had left in the trunk at me.

"Watch it you stupid idiot, my phone and ipad are in there!!", I shout at him while I try to catch the flying bag in my hands.

"Not my fault that the ugly Zoey has goldfish memory, and besides, dad don't want trash in his car!", he says patronizing.

I turn to look at my parents and se that dad shakes his head in disappointment at me.

"Don't use that language in our new house Zoey, me and mom has taught you better than that".

"Well technically we ain't in the house yet" I say.

"Now thats it Zoey, I don't want to be angry the first day in this house. Learn to behave child!" my dad says angrily. Little to late, I think to myselfe.

"What did you do now Zoey", Alex asks annoyed. "You made dad angry". He then grabs his bag and pushes me at my shoulder hard while he walks past.

Dad had already walked in so he didn't see what happend, but even if he did, he wouldn't have done anything about it. I just sigh and went to grab my three bags that were thrown on the ground, probably by my little brat to sister also known as Molly. I bend down to take the last bag when I see a dog running towards me. Without warning, it jumps on me and trips me to the ground.
"What the fuck?", I brust out.
It starts licking my face with it's wet, slimy tongue while i try to free myself from the dog, for Lord knows that the dog was HEAVY. I hear a pair of feet come running towards us and soon the dog was removed from me.

"Oh my God, I'm soo sorry! But Kimberly gets so excited when she sees new people! Come here, let me help you up!"

It was a girl, probably in my age, who had taken the dog away from me and helped me up. She was short, had freckles and her hair was a beautiful bright orange color, which laid in wild waves over her shoulders.

"Stupid, standing there isn't going to take it away from me, just get that beast away from me", I say rudely to her.

She looks hurt at me.

"I-I'm so sorry, I will immediately put the leash on her".

"Oh well, fun for you", I mumble to myself while i brush of my clothes angrily.

"So, you're my new neighbor?? My name is Carla Andersen, and you are ...?"

"Zoey Blake, and yes, we just moved here", I say to her. "So now if you'll excuse me, I have to get inside".

"Oh, Of course! See you at school then Zoey", she says cheerfully and wave to me while she happily walks away.

I roll my eyes at her. I think that she is too cheery, I mean have life ever given you a reason to be happy? I bend down to pick up my bags which lay scattered on the street.

When I enter the new house, I see that everyone already has changed. They sit in the living room and are watching television while mom cooks in the kitchen.