“Kahtea, Kahtea, honey, we’re here. Welcome to your new home!” my mom says, shaking me awake, right into a nightmare. Englishtown, New Jersey. My new “Home.” After my mom and dad got a promotion, their boss told them to move down here and open up the new branch of the multi- million-dollar law firm. So, we packed up our stuff and came down here to rainy Englishtown, New Jersey from sunny Sydney, Australia.
I look out of the window of the rain- covered taxi to a large house, very nice, might I add, that I guess is now mine. I roll my eyes and slug my Pendleton Messenger Bag over my shoulder, opening the door and slowly walking up the large driveway to the huge open front doors. I walk inside the large hallway, glancing around to all the rooms. As I walk through the large mansion, I stumble across a white room with my bed and boxes labeled “Kahtea” filling it. I walk inside it and start to look around, exploring my new room.
After looking around the large bedroom, I start to unpack my stuff, recovering my dancing clothes. I smile and remember the dance studio that I used to go to where I did every type of dancing, and was first in the class of all of them, but my favorite is definitely Hip Hop. I go through all the boxes and start to unpack with my music playing in the background.
“Kahtea, come down here!” I hear my mom yell from down the stairs after an hour of serious unpacking. I rise from the floor and stretch, walking down the stairs. “Kahtea, this is the Castronovo family from next door. They wanted us to invite us to their restaurant for dinner tonight, okay?” my mom says, pointing to a family of five. I smile and wave, nodding to the idea of dinner with them. I look at the faces of all of them, including a boy around my age.
“Yeah, that sounds great. Hey mom, have you seen my ankle brace? It’s hurting again.” I say, since I can’t find the brace for my ankle that I need since I tore a ligament a year ago from soccer. Yes, I play soccer, softball, and dance, and I was admitted to varsity for soccer and softball and the highly- exclusive dance team for my high school before I moved here, since I’m going into high school next year.
“Yeah, it’s in the box labeled ‘Kahtea.’” She tells me absent- mindedly. I stare at her for a few moments before retorting back “Mom, they’re all labeled ‘Kahtea.’” She smiles and thinks, then telling me it’s in the box with all of my dance stuff.
I smile and wave bye to the Castronovos, retreating back up to my room to get my brace, put it on, and finish packing. After a few moments, I hear my stomach growling, making me realize that I haven’t eaten all day. I go down to the kitchen, hoping to find some noodles or something to eat.
As I run down the stairs and turn the corner, I run into something hard. At first I think it’s a wall, but the wall suddenly spins around and catches me from falling. I look up to find the Castronovo boy looking surprised as he catches me from falling onto the cold stone floor. I cautiously stand up and give small smile as I re collect myself and our parents continue talking.
“Um, thanks, I kinda like to run down stairs and I couldn’t really see you there. Sorry.” I say as I pull my brown/ blonde natural multicolored long loose curls up into a bun.
“It’s fine. I’m Vincent by the way, but you can call me Vinny.” He says, sticking out his hand for me to shake. I shake his hand and smile, creating an awkward silence. He obviously felt it too because he cleared his throat and smiled.
“So, you dance?” he asks me.
“Yeah, but I had to take time from it for this damn torn ligament from soccer.” I respond, lifting up my ankle with the brace on it.
“Ah. So, what styles did you do?” he asks me with a grin.
“I do every style, but mostly Hip Hop, even though I was named top dancer in every style of dancing at my old dance studio.” I say, grinning from the memories.
“No way! Yeah, I dance too, down at ICON Dance Complex down the street. We are actually going to try for America’s Best Dance Crew at the end of the month; you should come check it out!” he tells me, really excited all of a sudden.
“Yeah, I will.” I say, smiling.
“Vincent, come on, time to go to the restaurant. We’ll see them later. Bye guys!” the dad of the family says.
“Well, I’ll see you later then.” Vinny says, smiling and walking out the door, looking back and smiling as he exits through the doors. I smile back and turn back to the kitchen, looking for my much-coveted snack.
A/N: So, this is my first story I've written, so sorry. Basically, what I'm gonna do is if i do a chapter, there's gonna be a chapter after that that's like chapter 1.5 in Vinny's P.O.V. unless I say it's someone else's P.O.V. the non- decimal chapter's are Kahtea's P.O.V. and the decimal chapters are Vinny's P.O.V. unless stated otherwise. Thanks!
