Adventures: a Monstercat Fanfic

Chapter 1

I stared out of the window of my mom's van, my face expressionless. I had been stuck in the freaking thing for about one week, and I wasn't too happy about it. Actually, I wasn't happy about the whole situation I was in. My parents had gotten new jobs in Vancouver, Canada, and that was a long way from my previous home of Hollis, New Hampshire. Time zones, countries, location, everything was different. Thankfully, according to my dad, we were only a half an hour away from our new home. Now, most people are probably wondering why we didn't just fly out. My mom did that, but only because she was helping the movers unpack. However, she couldn't afford plane tickets to Vancouver for all four of us (I have a brother). So yeah, conclusion of my pitiful 14-year-old life. I sighed and closed my eyes, then thought,

'I'll only close my eyes for a minute.'

One 'minute' later, I awoke to my little brother poking my arm at an almost inhuman speed while screaming,

"SUPRISE, JESSICA!!! WE'RE HERE!"

I sighed and muttered,

"Ah, Shawn, what's going on? We're where?"

My little brother looked at me for a moment before taking a deep breath and screaming,

"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME. We're home."

"Oh."

I slowly sat up and looked at the house. It was nice, probably a little larger than my last home. The front yard was grassy, and the area directly in front of the house was filled with flowers and flowering plants. A single maple tree rose up in the middle of the lawn, and I could imagine myself relaxing underneath it, writing music. Speaking of which...

"Dad?" I asked, "Where's my room? And is my laptop, keyboard, and guitar in there?"

He nodded, then said,

"Yeah. Now let's get out. I want to check out the interior."

'Yeah' was not the answer to my problems when it comes to 'where is my bedroom?', but I decided on asking my mom. It would make more sense to ask her, anyways. She was the one who had been unpacking and setting up the house for the last week.

I slowly got out of the car. It felt strange to be standing after having spent one week sitting. After regaining my balance/control of legs, I headed towards the house and opened the door. My mom was seated on a couch, her legs propped up on our coffee table. She quickly stood up and happily said,

"Hi sweetie!"

We hugged tightly, and I whispered,

"Where's my room? I've been without music for a week, and I'm experiencing severe edm withdrawal."

Mom motioned up the stairs.

"First door to your right."

"Thanks," I whispered. She nodded, and I quickly found the stairs, then sprinted up them. I pretty much slid into my room, then closed the door behind me and flopped onto my bed. I was silent for a moment, then grabbed my laptop, which was on my bedside table. I opened it up, then opened FL Studio and continued to work on a song that I was writing. Since I wasn't planning on going outside, or speaking to anyone other than my family, I might as well be working on a song.