Traveling on the Stars

900 miles

Ok so I'm suppose to basically write out  a really cheesy love story or something for my English class this semester, and honestly nothing really comes to mind. Like i am a very.. i don't know... particular type of girl. Oh and i nearly forgot that i should be like introducing myself. I guess that's all apart of the 'Introduction'.

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So my name is Bree Sanders. You don't really need to know my middle name, but its Dakota. I was born in Tucson, Arizona. But I didn't live there for long. We soon moved to some place by San Francisco. That's where my dads live now. Since my mom caught him screwing my brother's nanny, they got a divorce. I'm pretty sure it won't be issued until like January or whatever. I can tell you that my parents are really lazy.

I have one younger brother named Kevin Sanders and he is only 12 years old, but can totally still annoy you. I am 17, which means that after this summer, I will be a Junior at Creekside. And over the summer, yes the entire, long, amazing summer, I have to, along with all my other fellow English students,write this long a** essay about... love.. or something.. i don't even know. I barely read the assignment.

He said that it will help us in the future. But like how?

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Well I guess I do really have something to tell you all. I guess you could say its a love story. Yeah, there's a boy and a girl. Eventually, they fall and love....blah,blah,blah. But i really felt like my story, the one i'm writing right now, is important. I guess I drop this boring 'intro' and begin.

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So in Sophomore year, I actually had just transferred schools. My family had moved from Tucson, Arizona to a very small city of California, called Sonoma. It was completely horrible. But like i don't know if you've every thought about it, but leaving home is the worst. Like Mom,

"I'm already such a wall flower. It took me years to actually become friends with AJ and Ellie. Why do we have to move?" I scream as she tries to stuff some of my clothes  into my bag she had set out.

"Oh stop it. That is totally not true. You made friends in like a day." She was stuttering which meant she was either lying or just making this up off of the top of her head.

"Mom, please. I can stay here. Like maybe even with AJ or something and visit every weekend... and for trips..." I was flapping my arms back and forth on my jeans trying to catch her attention AND make my point.

"Okay, listen Bree. Everyone else in the family is taking this just fine and is approaching it like adults. Even your 12 year old brother! So suck it up!" That had been my mothers rude catch phase for the past few years. "Start packing." She commanded and then walked out.

I slouched back down on my bed and took my huge unicorn pillow pet and stuffed it on my face. Tears of sadness streamed down. How could this be happening?

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I dragged my heavy a** suitcase down to the bottom floor of our house, well I guess it wasn't really our house anymore. 'Olivia' was blasted in my ears. I was trying to block out any sound of packing,leaving, parents, or MY LIFE GOING INTO THE TRASH.

Suddenly my mother pulled out my headphones and let them dangle down my shirt.

"Did you hear me? Help you're brother with his bag?" Sh said hinting at Kevin. He was dragging along his big 'Doctor Who' tardis-shaped bag down our stairs. Reluctantly, I ran up and helped him carry it down.

"What were you listening to?" He asked noticing my headphones.

"One direction." I said as we both hopped in the back seat.

"Who's that one boy that looks like little BO-Peep?" He giggled as he buckled up in his seat. This was one of his constant joke.

"Harry." I said placing my headphone back in. I heard my brother burst out into laughs. He knew the answer. He just wanted to hear me say it.

Suddenly, 'A.M.' came on the shuffle. This song always got to me. And now that I felt like i could really relate to it. I started to sniffle. Suddenly tears were coming down my face again. I looked out the window and we drove on.

"You and me were raised in the same part of town,
Got these scars on the same ground."

I cried.