Chrysanthemum

Chapter 1

This is my first Wattpad book I'm writing and honestly I'm kinda scared I don't wanna be judged.  If you don't like the story just stop reading it and don't leave rude opinions please.  If I make any type of mistakes whatsoever or something doesn't make sense please tell me because I hate it when other Wattpad writers do so.  Hope you like it.

I made Chrys and her family Dominican btw.  Just breaking basic Wattpad main characters.

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I sighed as I placed the last box on the floor in my new room.  I was worn out.  I just wanted to go to sleep.  I still just couldn't believe we moved all the way to California.  On the exact opposite end of the country.  It still seems so unreal.  I don't know what my parents were thinking, we knew nothing about California.  No relatives, no friends, acquaintances.  I'd think when they said we were moving out of state it'd be some place they've been on a business trip to, but no! We literally move the same week my mom told me no warnings whatsoever with no explanation.  Now how am I supposed to react to that?

I didn't want to move at all.  When my parents made it official, I was in hysterics.  I loved Rhode Island.  Though it was extremely tiny and crappy, I knew everything and where everything was. There was a corner store on every corner, everything was less than five minutes away, and snacks and clothes had no tax!  I mean seriously!  Paying for clothes AND food for the price that's actually on the price tag.  If that's not luxury, what is?  And not only that, I left my three favorite people.  There was Homeless Harry, Pete the Pizza Guy, and Junkie Janice.  I didn't actually know them, I just walked pass and have small talk and Pete always came in clutch with the pizza.  Though I didn't actually know their real names, I likes talking to them and when needed, they talked about some down to earth things.

"Chrys, it's dinner time!  Come up to eat you can finish unpacking after school tomorrow!" Yelled my mom.  Again.  I rolled my eyes.

"Well you can go ahead and suck my dick mom!"  Only I said that in my head cause lord knows if I said that out loud she would have thrown a chancleta all the way from the third floor and somehow still manage to hit my head.

"You said that ten minutes ago!  And just like I said ten minutes ago, I'm coming!"  Is what I actually said.  But I obviously wasn't coming because if I was I would've been there ten minutes ago wouldn't I.

I took the basement room, which was two floors down.  I wanted to stay as far away from them as possible.

I groaned as I dragged myself up the two flights of stairs and down the hall to where the dining room was. I made it up the stairs out of breath.  How many stairs are there?  This was going to be workout.

I walked in the dining hall panting.

"Where's the table?"  I asked, they were all sitting on the floor, the dining room was completely empty, all it had was trash sitting criss-cross apple sauce in a circle and nice, empty, reusable Chinese food boxes near them.

"The third moving truck hasn't gotten here yet, have a seat on the floor."  my dad said.

" So our entire third floor is going to be completely empty?" I asked confused.

"Only for one night until the truck comes idiot, now eat."  my brother Sebastian snapped. Someone's on their period.

I scoffed.  Rude.

I grabbed my food and turned to leave.

"Where are you going?"  Where else would I be going?

"To my room?"  I stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.  Cause it was.