The Year I Met Ryan (Editing)

The Year I Met Ryan

A/N The chapters get longer and more interesting I promise; bear with it for a couple of chapters :)

CHAPTER 1: THE MOVE

"You guys are ruining my life!"

My parents stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to look at me. I looked at them trying to give them the stink eye, but they just kept staring at me, not saying a single word. I yelled "Ugh!" before stomping off to my room.

They didn't call me back or tell me not to do that. Why?

Well because this was the summer that my life took a drastic turn for the worse. It was like my parents set out to make my life miserable, and they knew that.

So maybe I was being just a tad bit over dramatic and I loved them to death. It wasn't like I would be leaving much behind, but moving away a few months already into senior year, I mean, that is kind of scary. Right?

I proposed the idea that I could stay home and just not finish school, but of course that led to a lecture of how I would one day become homeless. Well if I did, at least I would make friends that were just like me. Then again, I might smell.

I laid down in my bed staring first at the boxes that were scattered across my room, some packed, and some left unpacked. A heavy sigh escaped from my mouth. My parents knew what was best, I had to believe that.

My mom, Cathy, was literally a model in some other life. She is beautiful beyond belief with blonde hair that reaches up to her shoulders and green eyes. Her features are defined yet delicate. And she can make anyone laugh, something I have always been jealous of.

I can't make anyone laugh even if I tried my best.

Then there's Alex, but I just call him dad. He's really tall 6'1 but I guess he would have to be to marry someone who used to model. He's pretty funny himself and he has short dark hair to go along with his dark skin.

And me? Well, my name is Beth Diaz. Okay so my real name is Bethany, but I go by Beth. I am a single child and I'm currently 17. If I was being forced to describe the way I look, I would probably tell you that I'm 5'7, I have long brown beachy waves, with small blonde, natural need I mention, highlights. The parts I am proud of are my big brown eyes that have green in them if I look in the direction of the sun, and my dimples.

Of course I don't look directly in the sun because I try not to blind myself, so I probably look like some poop eyed girl.

I wasn't 100% sure why we were moving, but I supposed my parents wanted a change of scnenary. Of course, I did not need it. We were moving to Frogtown, Virginia or some weird place.

"Beth, are you almost done sweetie?" My mom called out to me from her room.

"Yeah mom! Almost done." I answered her back. I got off my bed to finish packing up all my belongings.

She seemed to be fine with moving to a town where it was probably filled with frogs.

I folded some shirts and tossed them in the boxes.

My dad could make friends everywhere with that darn smile of his.

I folded some pants and tossed them too.

It truly wasn't fair. I was the awkward child that made people gawk in disappointment. I wasn't very good at making friends, or even keeping them. What if I spent the rest of my senior year with no friends? I stopped what I was doing and stared off into space in fear of this.

Even worse. What if I met a boy? Sure they were nice to look at, but I had a habit of making myself look like a fool in front of every boy that I had met. Like with the cashier down at the nearest market. I shook my head remembering this day. Maybe a new start would be good for me. I could try NOT to come off as the girl that was awkward.

So here it goes. In two days I start my new school. And I am so very much looking forward to it.