Trouble

Chapter 1: Starting Over

Chapter 1: Starting Over

Everyday we used to make it love,

Why can't we be making love nice and easy,

It's time to spread your wings and fly,

Don't let another day go by my love,

It'll be just like starting over - starting over

-Starting Over by John Lennon

Hey guys!!! I'm back! I'm finally getting my motivation to write back and I rewrote the first chapter because I hated it. Hopefully this one is better. Be sure to comment and vote:)

-Mariah

"How much longer?" I groaned stretching out my arms and back. Why couldn't we have taken a plane to California? "We've been driving longer than I've been alive!" I cried.

"Stop being dramatic Kendall. And we're almost to the house," my mother told me.

"My back hurts, I'm tired, and I have to pee," I complained. This time I didn't get a response so I laid my head against the glass. California is so much more nicer than Oregon. Like a lot nicer.

Not to long after my last complaint we pulled into a nice little neighborhood.

"Please tell me we're here!" I shouted excitedly unbuckling my seatbelt and jumping out the car before it went to a complete stop in the driveway.

"Kendall!" My parents shouted.

I opened the door and admired the house. It was much nicer that the one we lived in back in Oregon. The walls we're a pretty cream color, the floors and stairs were a pretty chocolate wood color, there were many windows that gave in plenty of natural light. I ran up the stairs and looked in all the rooms. The house was a three bedroom. One room for me, one for my parents, and one for guests.

I walked into the room that was to be mine, it was big. My bed was already set up and my drawers were against the wall. The walls were the same cream color as the downstairs, the carpet was a dark color with little white specks, and there was a balcony! I opened the glass doors that opened to the balcony and walked through. It was nice, I loved it! Maybe the move wasn't so bad after all.

Just as I was about to walk into my room a loud roar came from the street. A motorcycle pulled into the house across the streets' driveway. A guy got off and began walking to the door of the house.

"Kendall, come get some boxes!" I heard my mom call from downstairs.

I walked back into my room and locked the balcony door. I climbed down the stairs and grabbed some boxes labeled 'KENDALL'.

"Mom!" I shouted looking for my mother.

"In the kitchen!"

"I think I'm gunna like it here," I grinned walking into the kitchen.

"I'm glad you feel that way," she replied putting some of the dishes in the cabinets.

"Have you seen my room? It's huge! And it has a balcony!"

"I saw, it's really nice isn't it?" She smiled at me.

"Yeah, I'm gunna get semi settled in. Call me if you need anything!" I called turning the corner.

"Wait, Kendall, what do you want for dinner? I kinda want Chinese."

"Sounds great!" I replied as I reached the top of the stairs.

I should call Ashley, I thought. Ashley was my bestfriend in Oregon. She is the one person I'm going to really miss. The phone rang for a couple seconds until she picked up.