"Are you going to help me with this?", my cousin says as she reaches for her backpack and text books for school.
Since my uncle's death we have been living with my grandmother. My cousin is 10 and know I'm 14. She has forgotten about the day, but I never will even though I didn't cry.
Today is the first day for me and my cousin. Since we moved from California to Texas is been really hard for me to adapt to the "Texan" culture.
California is just so different from Texas.
Me and my cousin walk to school but I drop her off at her elemantary school.
I'm just walking through the path to school when I'm suddenly bumped by this guy.
He seemed to be 14 just like me, light brown hair, greenish-blueish eyes, and freckles all around his face mostly around his nose.
"Hey look at where your going." I say really angry. I pick myself up and keep on walking fast. I just don't have anytime for this. I have to go to school.
"Hey I'm sorry, Geez."
He grabs my shoulder and stops me from walking.
"What are you doing let me go!"
"Typical Californian."
"What? How do you know I'm from Califor-"
"I'm from Seattle, we can discover anyone thats Californian. By the way my names Kyle"
"Kyle? Do you go to this school" I show him my schedule I have in my hand. Its says Katy Junior high.
"That's excactly where I'm going to." He says and winks at me.
Oh no....
