Living with the 9 Wilson boys...

Chapter 1

This book is not an original idea and is based off many other Wattpad fanfics.

"Courtney straighten your legs this is not hip hop" i yelled in frustration, my girls have been working this routine for almost a month and they still cant seem to get it.

"excuse me Mia, but your uniforms are here" oh great our competition uniforms are here although some of these girls have gained since we got them measured i wonder if they will still fit?

i walked out to the front office to see my mom standing there as perky as ever, almost too perky.

"mom office now!" what is she here for... she never stays in town long enough to see me, let alone come to something 'pointless' like competition training.

"hey sweetie... I know lately you have been partying and drinking a lot" what is she picking at?

"yeah well carry on i dont have all day mom" some times she really gets on my nerves,

"right well I could deal with that... but drugs Mia" she said as she pulled a small bag of speed out of her bag, and all I could think was 'oh shit'

"what mom, what are you going to do about it huh mom?" i asked in a sweet sickley tone "force me to quit cheering... again" I said this time with more anger

"no baby, I...im sending you to australia... to live with my friend Kristie" wait what, i cant just leave!

"mom i have only been captain for one year i cant just leave! I have sh*t to prove!" i yelled in her shocked face,

"baby this is going to be good for us, plus I know how much you hate my boyfriends... I thought you would be happier in Australia than with me... in South Africa" i cant believe her! First she says she's shipping me off and then tells me she's moving to another country to be with some guy AGAIN!

i stormed out and jumped into my car, and by the looks on all of the girls faces they heard it all.

Great

once i got home i started to pack everything into my four cheetah print suitcases and before you know it i had finished packing all of my clothes and necessity's I then moved on to the boxes I saw sitting outside my door when i got home.

I packed thing like my trophies, photos, and other delicates. In the next box I shoved all of my winter clothes that I 'won't' need. After packing shoes and hand bags ect into all of the boxes I taped them all shut. I ran downstairs and yelled,

"I expect my boxes to be at the house within two weeks" i paused. "it's the least you could do" I mumbled

"mom hurry up i want to go now. The sooner I get out of this hellhole the better" yep im actually going to leave california and move to Australia willingly, new people who don't even know the start of how to control me.

"Alright let's go, your flights not leaving for 5 hours so I will take you to get some food before you go" Great. Just what I want to do, eat with the lady who has neglected me since my dad left just to spend precious time with her boyfriends.

I loaded my cases into the car and hopped into the passenger seat still in my cheer uniform. I put my headphones on and completely blocked her out for the car ride to wherever she was taking me to eat. About 30 minutes later the car stopped and I looked up to see we were in the car park of my favourite restaurant The Olive Garden.

"I figured for our last hour together we could go somewhere you loved" I scoffed at her attempt at playing nice and got out of the car slamming the door.

You could say I was more than a little pissed about the whole moving situation. I sat at my usual table no need to even look at the menu to know what I want. I reached across the table grabbing one of the famous breadsticks and as I went to put it in my mouth the server walked over,