Bottle Of Windex

Chapter 1: A New Beginning

Romantic Comedy written by SitComSoda with help from Weird_Ravenclaw_girl

Concept by SitComSoda

!!I do not own any of the products mentioned in the book. I do however own the Characters and story!!

▸ 🎕 ┈┈┈┈ Small Town ┈┈┈┈ 🎕 ◂

"Windex, a 15 year old girl, torn away from the life she loves, her simple life in a small town. To be thrown into a new, much less quiet life. She will have to learn to adjust to a drastically different life, not be a total outcast and loser, and face years of torment called "high school"."

Windex sighed, and continued talking to the camera;

"Windex's family consisted of, Clorox her dad, Blue Gatorade her mom, Windex, and Windex Disinfectant Cleaner Multi-Surface Citrus Fresh Spray her brother. The family doesn't talk about the brother." She clicked the camera off.

▸ 🎕 ┈┈┈┈ Moving  ┈┈┈┈ 🎕 ◂

The drive is going to be long, 3 and 1/2 hours to be exact. Windex, getting bored in her uncomfortable seat, listening to Katy Perry on her cheap white earbuds. Her brother whining as usual, likely complaining about sitting on the floor, but Windex doesn't care enough to listen. Her parents trying to ignoring him, Blue Gatorade was reading a book in the passengers seat, and Clorox was talking on his phone with the moving company while driving. The car then came to sudden halt.

"Are we there yet?" The siblings speaking at the same time, which made Windex scowl down at her brother. Clorox doesn't respond and leaves without closing the door behind him, Blue Gatorade hasn't moved a muscle. The door next to Citrus swings open, and he gets pulled out of the car by Clorox, then violently thrown into the trunk in place of a couple of bags, which were put on the car floor where he had been. 

Windex silently peers out the window, and begins getting excited as her family drove through high class neighborhoods and past gated communities. Her car seems to be slowing down in front of a mansion, making time seem to slow down as well. She stares in awe at the mansion as they drive by, when she catches sight of someone through an arched window, a boy the same age as her, brown hair, green eyes, gorgeous skin... Wait, what's he doing in our house?

Windex tries to think of reasons why the boy would be in her new house, however, the car keeps on operating, until it stops in front of a much less enticing house. Her stomach drops, although to her the house is relatively nice, she also took note that it looked like an old shack compared to mansion next door. She stares out the window in wide-eyed disbelief as they arrived at their new house. 

Her brother disgracefully falls out the back of the car and is squashed by a box filled with Windex's encyclopedias. The family excitedly gathers around the motionless boy, to see if he had died. Blue Gatorade swiftly kicked at his side, and to everyones dismay, he is still alive. The family groan in disappointment and disperse from the scene. 

Windex trudges up to the front door with her carry-on belongings, after her father who just went in through the door. Windex looks around to see the left is a kitchen, with a marble counters and white cabinets. Beyond the kitchen a dining room, and to the right is a living room with a sliding door leading to the yard. Straight forward is a spiral stairwell, leading upstairs and down. Beyond the stairwell is a hallway with doors on each side, and at the end of the hallway there is another door leading out to what seemed to be the backyard and porch.

"Where's my room?" She tiredly asks her father. 

"Up stairs, last door on the right." He replies back from the kitchen.

She walks into her new room, and briefly glances around. Her walls have been painted white and the ceiling navy as well. However, the carpet is a rough grayish beige and very, very ugly. She let her bag slide off her shoulder before making her way back to the kitchen.

While Windex is walking down the stairs, she hears a deafening loud, high pitched scraping, or whining? She winces and covers her ears with her hands, she thought her ears would burst so she ran to cease what was making such a sound. As she gets further down the stairs she discovered the sound is her brother making a fuss about something bothering him.

"What is wrong with you?" She yells over the ear piercing-sound of her brother.

At that exact moment, her mother picks him up off the ground and hurtles him out an open window as if he is a football. As he lands in the neighbors yard, the ladies turn to look at each other.

"What was that all about?" Windex inquires her mother.

"As the disappointment, we didn't want Windex Disinfectant Cleaner Multi-Surface Citrus Fresh Spray to contaminate any of the bedrooms, so he was going to sleep in the doghouse. He apparently has a problem about that, and threw a tantrum. However, he's the neighbors problem now."

The pair averts their attention out the window and saw Citrus has already clawed his way into the neighbors house. "At least he's not in our house anymore." Windex yawned, turning to look at her mother.

"Citrus is 14," Blue Gatorade admits, "So he will be going to the same school as you, Windex."

"Wasn't he held back?"

Blue pauses, "I have no idea."

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