Chapter One
"This is just a vacation. Just a small, but long vacation," I lie to myself while eating breakfast.
"Adrianna, are you done packing? The mom-mobile is getting ready to leave!" my mom says impatiently.
"Vacation," I mutter to myself. I then , louder, reply," Just a minute Mom. I'm saying goodbye to everything I know and love!"
"Please Adrianna!"
I run upstairs from the kitchen and bumped into my seventeen year old twin Selena.
"Watch where you're walking!" She exclaims.
"Me? Maybe if you weren't such a ditz you'd know where you were going!"
Selena and I aren't too different.We are both cheerleaders and love clothes just the same. The real difference is I am the type of cool everyone likes, whilst she's the type of cool everyone gossips about. She was really liked though. She didn't have much going for her and her dream of her high school career was to be cheer captain and prom queen her senior year. The reason I called her a ditz is because she is so ditzy. She's not the sweet ditz either.
"Maybe if you actually had a boyfriend you wouldn't be so jealous of me!
"Slut!"
"Bitch!"
"Ugh," we say almost in sync.
I stalk off to my room and roll my eyes. I'm a little sour about this whole vacation thing. Why do I have to leave L.A to go all the way across the country? Maybe Howell, Michigan is beautiful, but I want to stay here! With my friends and ex-boyfriend Nick Brown. My grin appears and I let my mind linger on the thought of him for a bit.
Nick's perfect. He's handsome, smart, sweet, funny, and knows just the right things to say to me. He always does extra little things to make me feel good and he never looks at other girls. Well, as far as I know. He isn't jealous or possessive. He isn't mad when I give my guy friends hugs. He'll come over at a moments notice if I want to watch movies with him or just need someone to talk to. He's so fun and so good for me. He doesn't go out partying and he really tamed the old party girl in me. I used to be like Selena drunk every other night and focusing on boys more than schoolwork. Nick and I only broke up because it was better for both of us because of me moving,
I begin to run my thin finger down my door and sigh. I turn back to my hallow room and grab my travel bag. With a weak smile I try and let every memory I had good and bad in this room flow through me, like in a movie. I know I've left out some of them when my mom yells for me again. I let out another sigh and slowly walk down the stairs.
"God Adrianna, you think I want to move? I don't. I know you don't believe it, but try and understand. Now get your butt in the car," my mom, Jennifer, says.
When we're all buckled in and we we start to roll away I put my headphones in with my knees up to my chest and whisper goodbye to the only place I really ever considered home..
The car ride is long, but I fill it with song and sing some of my favorite songs. My sister doesnt mind because she has headphones on too. My mom doesn't mind because she's listening to me sing. She says it calms her down. I think she just likes watching me fail.
When we arrive at our house , or should I say mansion, I try and hide how impressed I am. It looks like something out of Gossip Girl! The Upper East Side of course. Now, I don't know how we have all this money, but I do know why. My grandparents were extremely rich. I don't know why they are so rich, but hey. Who am I to complain?
