A/N: This story is made by the two owners of this account, so updates will be a lot more frequent.
We hope you like it! -Kyra and Ahner
I wake up in the morning with a queasy feeling in my stomach. Today was the day that I had to move across the country. Why you ask? My mom felt like it was right for me to move from her house to my fathers. He lives in Mailbu, California and I live in Dallas, Texas. Well.. not anymore.
Don't you think it's pretty selfish that my parents are making me move from the country to the corny ass west side. Don't they think I have friends? Well... barely. I have four close friends who I had to say goodbye to forever.
I got out of bed and stretched. Going to the bathroom, I hopped in the shower and when I got out I brushed my teeth. Wrapping my towel around me, I walked into my closet and searched for something to wear. I decided to wear my black MSFT tee, denim high-waisted shorts, red belt and my red Toms.
I looked in the mirror and took my hair out of its high ponytail. My hair reached my waist and it was black with dyed honey blonde streaks in it. Surprisingly, it went perfect with my brown, almost dark, skin tone. I put on some eyeliner and mascara and when I finshed I looked at myself in the mirror.
I guess you could say I was pretty? Not the most beautiful girl in the world, but definetly pretty.
"Kalliyan!" My mother walked in my room. I shook my head. I hated when people called me by my full name. I ignored her on purpose. "Whoops, sorry. Kally?"
"Yes, mom." I smirked at her.
"I see you're ready." She smiled. "Since you're ready early, let's go fetch something to eat at the airport?"
I nodded and grabbed my two suitcases and my mom carried my duffel bag. A girl can't have a lot of clothes? Besides, this IS forever.
We put my bags in the car and I looked at the place I called home. I smiled sadly and wiped the tear that fell out of my eye quickly. I jumped in the car and smiled at my mom. She smiled back and turned the engine on. I loved my mom. She was extremely pretty too. Although she was fully Middle Eastern, she barely talked or acted like one. She was wild and didn't care about what anyone thought. I guess that's where I got it from... not the wildness though.
That also explains my shirt. Yes, I'm a MSFT and a Jadenator. I love Jaden Smith. Like LOOOOOOVE him. I have his mixtape, all of his movies, and about 5 MSFT tees. I have the drop-crotch pants but they're in my suitcase. My life-long dream is to meet him and I won't stop until I do.
I smiled and looked up from my shirt. We were here? Sheesh, I must think about him a lot. I hopped out the car and grabbed the duffel bag and one of the suitcases. My mom grabbed the other and we walked inside.
