I'm here for you

Chapter one

        I took the last box out of the moving truck, and dragged it into my new house. I dragged my feet as I climbed down the stairs into the basement, which was my room, and sat on the bed.

        It took all of the strength in my body to stop myself from crying. Megan, thats enough you've been crying all summer! I told myself. I used to live in Oklahoma, but the memories there were too sad for my family to live there anymore. Even though I didn't believe my parents when they first told me, we needed a change, a clean canvas.

        About three months ago my brothers died in a car accident. I looked up to them more than anybody else in my life. They taught me how to read, write, swim, anything you can think of. 

        My life went down hill when they died. I refused to get in a car, I still do. I wouldn't come out of my room, I wouldn't talk to anyone, not even my parents for at least a month. Everything in Oklahoma reminded me of them. Everyone had called us the trouble making trio, and without my older twin brothers, I couldn't be that. 

        I didn't want to move, it made me feel like I was leaving my brothers, like I was giving up on them. I had no choice though, my parents packed up everything, and we moved to Rockford, Illinois. 

        That's not all though. I start a new school in two days. I had to start my freshman year with no friends, and no brothers to help me.

        I stood up, and grabbed my skateboard. I couldn't just sit and do nothing for the rest of my life. I took out a pencil, and a sheet of paper, writing a letter to my parents that I was going to walk around town. 

        I tied up my worn out, black converse, and walked out of my front door. I skateboarded for a while until I saw an old park. It reminded me of the one I would go to almost everyday in Oklahoma. i smiled, and sat down on one of the rusty swings. I heard a couple of voices from behind me.

        "We've never seen you around before." A guys voice, that sounded about my age stated. 

        "Probably because I've never been here." I said, as I got up, and started skating away.

        I looked back at the park after I skated out to the parking lot, not stoping my board. It was two guys my age who had saw me at the park. 

        One of the guys had long, shaggy golden blond hair, He was short, and kind of awkward, and nerdy looking, and I could vaugley see his brown eyes from where I was standing.

        The other guy was the complete opposite. He had short, quiffed, black hair. He was also very tall. Not just average tall, I'm not tall, but I;m not short either, and I would probably only come up to his shoulder. He had peircing blue eyes, which I could probably see in complete darkness from miles away. 

        I looked at him, and felt happy. At first I didn't know why, but then I realized he reminded me of my brothers. Not necessarily his eyes or hair, but when I looked at his face he had a welcoming, warm expression.

        Then my hands hit the concrete, and i went flying off the front of my board. That ad never happended before. Skateboarding was the only thing I was able to teach myself as a kid, the only thing that I was a natural at. In my fourteen years of life I had never fallen off a skateboard, until now. 

        I pulled myself, and my skateboard to the side of the road. My left knee was bleeding. A lot. I tied the bandana that was origanally in my hair around my knee, and rode home, hoping that niether of those guys saw my wipeout.