Inseparable

Chapter 1

*One week ago*

"So what do you think?" My dad asks me, as we step into our new beach house.

"Oh my gosh! I love it!" I squeal as run across the room like a little child.

"I had a feeling you did. Your mother would've loved it here," He attempts to smile but fails miserably.

I nod in agreement with a frown. It has been four years without my mother. Just my dad and I. I was so close with my mom. Every second, every moment, every memory I had with her, still held inside me. I will never forget my childhood memories with her, having her tuck me in bed, reading to me every night, driving to the mall. Everything.

My dad recently got a new job here at Los Angeles and I'll admit, I am loving it here so much. After driving through a few cities here, we finally arrived at our beach house. It is a two story house with two bedrooms and is very big. The best part of it is that we live near the beach. It is past six and the sunset here is beautiful, as if it's resting on the ocean line, reflecting on the water.

Our kitchen and living room are the only places that take up the space downstairs. A bookshelf is placed in the living room, surrounding a black flat screen tv. All of the walls are a light brown color and everything looks normal. Everything is hardwood except our bedrooms.

After finishing unpacking, eating snacks and watching tv; typical father and daughter days, I decided to go take a walk. As I put my shoes on, my dad tells me to be careful as I assure him that I will be back in an hour and head out the door.

The nice breeze is so welcoming as it pushes my long brown hair from my face. I hear the waves crashing on one another from beside our house. I take a deep breath before I begin walking.

After half an hour walking around town and experiencing more of Los Angeles, I immediately like it much more than I did before. Everything is so peaceful, beautiful and welcoming here. I wish my friends were here. They would've enjoyed it. Counting my steps from walking back to my new house, someone bumps into me.

Before I can glance up at the person, I end up feeling liquid running down the front of shirt. Shit, it's freezing cold.

"Sorry! I'm so clumsy," The girl apologizes and hands me a napkin for me to wipe my shirt off from what appears to be a Starbucks drink. Strawberry Cappuccino.

Mmm, my favorite.

"It's fine," I look up at the girl after speaking and I am immediately get jealous. She has beach blonde hair that is curled into soft waves on her ends. She is the same height as me and her eyes are a crystal clear blue color. It brings out her features more. "I'm Sky. Well people call me Skylar, but I mostly prefer being called Sky for short." I smile before pulling out my hand for her to shake.

"I'm Anna. Nice to meet you," She smiles after shaking my hand. "So are you new here?" She asks.

"Yeah, I'm just getting back to my house. I was just walking around this big town." I look around where we stood, proving my point.

"Oh, okay. Well, it is awesome here! We should probably hangout, I have a couple of friends, who I'm meeting up right now but if you want to tag along-" She considers but I stop her.

"I'd love to but I have to get back to my dad." I smile again.

"Okay, well I can give you my number so whenever you want to hangout, you can just give me a call. Or text! They have parties at the beach every once a week so you should swing by next week," She pulls out a notepad and a pen from her side purse and writes down her number before giving it to me.

"Okay, thanks." She smiles at me and I return it as we went our separate ways. By the time I arrive back home, it is already seven-thirty and the sunset has gone down.

Well, this was fun while it lasted.

I unlock the door before stepping inside and find my dad sitting on the couch where he sat when I left.

"I'm back," I called out to him.

"How was it?" He asks, turning to me.

"It was great. I think I just made a new friend."

"Did you?" He asks. Did I? I mean she gave me her number to see if I could hangout with her and her so called "friends" to a beach party next week.

I shrug. "I guess, she invited me to a beach party they're having next week."

"That's nice, just be careful. We've only been here for a day." By the tone of his voice, I can tell that he is serious.

I nod in agreement without saying another word.

After another hour or two spent with my dad watching old movies from "his time," I finally head up to bed. With a quick kiss on the cheek from my dad and a goodnight, I head upstairs and put on my pajamas.

After finishing brushing my teeth and washing my face, I throw myself into my comfortable new bed and snuggle into my pillow and blanket.

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*Three days later*

I jolt up from my sleep as my alarm goes off. It's been three days since we moved here and I forgot it's now Monday.

Yay! First day of school for me.

I groan against my pillow. I get up from my bed and brush my teeth. I plug my curling iron and head to my bedroom and pick out my outfit. It is almost six-fifty. I pull my black pair of jeans up my legs and a white plain top.

After ten minutes of curling my ends, I am finally ready to leave. My hair is naturally wavy which makes it easier to curl it faster, giving it more volume.

I walk downstairs and find a note on the kitchen counter, saying that my dad will be back home from work at ten at night. Dang, why so late?

I swing my bag onto my shoulder, grab my phone and head out the door. Luckily, my new school is only four blocks away from my house. I love how everything is in walking distance which makes everything easier for me. I don't even have a car yet, but I do have a permit. Thank God, my birthday is in a few months; it's already late August.

As soon as I step foot at this campus, I begin to get worried. Will I make any friends? Will people like me here? So many questions and possibilities run through my mind as I find myself in the front office, waiting patiently for the elderly woman to hand me my schedule.

I am greeted with a warm smile from her and I return it. "Thank you," I say and walk out.

First period, Chemistry. Of course.

Second period, Journalism. Whoopee! I love writing. I've had Journalism since freshman year but never had the chance to take it sophomore year.

This school might be good for me, I say repetitively hoping it is true as I walk to the hallway doors.

Here we go.

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I hope you guys enjoy this book! I still have a lot more chapters to go so just bare with me lol. Please vote and comment and tell me what you guys think. Sorry if there is any spelling errors, but hope you like it! (:

Brianna xx