Chapter 2

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When I walked out of the airport, I realized the weather isn't that different than South Carolina's. The sun was shining and it was about 1:30 in the afternoon. As far as I could tell from the people passing by, I fit in perfectly. I was wearing a white sundress with red vans. I had long, wavy blonde hair and bright green eyes. I am not stick thin but not big so I guess I would say I'm average. I looked to see my mom on the phone, probably calling a taxi. She got off the phone and smiled at me.

"I know you will love it here Rosalie. I just called my sister and she is going to pick us up within five minutes. She has a son named Theo that is 13 and a daughter named Theresa who is 16, the same age as you. "

I merely looked at her and answered," Mom, you do know that I am not good at making friends right? I wasn't what one would say 'popular' back home but I had great friends that I had since I was little."

She looked at me, bewildered, as though I said something confusing to her."Theo and Theresa are your cousins and we will be living with them so you have to be nice. I know you like your space and all, but I am sure you're bright enough to know how to make new friends. Maybe Theresa can help you."

I looked away and mumbled,"maybe."

A black suburban pulled up to the curb in front of us and a woman got out of the car. She looked almost identical to my mother. The woman had blaring green eyes and brown wavy hair. My mother gasped and hugged the woman. They walked over to me and smiled.

"This is my sister Marissa" My mother told me.

I fake smiled. I know I have to be nice and I shouldn't be mean to the people being nice to me but, I just don't want to be here whatsoever. This is summer and I should be happy. I feel like this whole year is going to be bad and no one will like me. I will be considered country and everything. I don't understand what's wrong with that but people will be people.

"Let me take your bag." Aunt Marissa said, as she took my green carry on resting on the side walk beside me.

"Thanks" I quietly thanked her.

"No problem hop in the car and we can head back to the house so you can meet Theresa, Theo, and your uncle Marcus." She happily called as she shoved my bag and my mom's in the truck.

I got in the back and the car was cleaner than any car I have ever been in. I know what you're thinking, I must be a slob. Nah, I just am use to the barn and I play soccer so I am use to dirt. Not to mention, this is the fanciest car I have been in as well. My dad has a chevy silverado and my mom has a chevy equinox. Aunt Marissa got in along with my mom and she started driving. As we passed, I saw a lot of apartment buildings and wondered whether or not we would be in one. The town I used to live in was small and we all knew each other. The houses were medium size and there weren't any rich or poor we were all in the same problems. Only some of us had farms, however. It wasn't common even there to be a "horse" girl. So I never actually fit in.

We turned a corner and drove for a little while longer. Aunt Marissa slowed as we turned into what seemed to be a rich neighborhood. The houses were huge and beautiful. They had towering stone walls and beautifully shingled roofs. Palm trees were everywhere and most yards had colorful flowers planted everywhere. We pulled into a house that had tan walls and reddish shingles. It was about as big as every other house I've seen so far.

I managed to choke out,"Aunt Marissa is this your house?"

She chuckled and said," Yes, this is my home. Now, come on let's get you settled and maybe your cousins can show you around a bit. You have all summer to adjust to your new surroundings."

I got out of the car and waited on the side walk for my aunt and mother to instruct me to walk inside. I was still in awe over their house it was absolutely amazing and everything my dream house would be. I know I am supposed to be in a bad mood about all of this but how could I with my dream home standing in front of me?

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