New as a shoe.

Prologue.

Age 5 was when I started to move from place to place. Leaving behind my only good memories of life and creating only bad ones to continue.

I think I've moved about 15 times in my life and about 20 something schools.

Now for those of you who have never moved a day in your life you might be thinking, oh, what a hard life, I could never do that. But for those of you who move all the time, you know that it's not that hard, I mean we're used to it being the new kid is a little nerve racking at first but you get used to it.

Recently I have moved to North Dakota and hated every moment of it. I was basically forced to move up here, one day my mom called and said "your moving to North Dakota with me next Wednesday" and that's when everything started to just go down hill. Don't get me wrong, me and my mom used to have a great relationship, and I quote, 'used to' ever sense the move we fight every day and only talk to one another if we are fighting. After a while i got really sick and tired and just said, "why don't you just send me back, I mean it's been 2 years and we never talk unless we're fighting. Is this what you want?!? I sure as hell don't!!!" So she decided that I should do what I want and she wanted me to be happy? So next thing I knew I was on the plane to North Carolina, my home town, the only place that has ever really felt like home.

The only thing is that I'm not going to be living with my grandma this time. I'm going to be living with my dad and he lives in a whole new city where I know no one, but it's not like it's something new.

Chapter 1.

Sitting on a plane for 17 hours is really tiring, but at least there's only 15 more minutes until I reach my destination. "We are reaching our destination and getting ready for landing please keep your seat-belts on until we tell you to do so." Not listening, I unlatch my seat-belt, close my book and turn my cellphone off. (What? Can never be too safe) Sitting there I though I should go ahead and use the restroom so I do. But only to bump into one of the flight attendants. "Young lady, where do you think you are going?" She eyed me up and down.

"Uhm.. The bathroom?" I gesture to the bathroom.

"Has anyone said anyone could get up?" She had a bad adittude and snobby nose.

"Look lady, I'm just going to the bathroom, ok? If you can stand and walk around on the moving plane then I'm sure I can go to the bathroom."

She stuck her nose up and did a little "humph!" and walked away. Now I really had to pee. Then I finally made it without anymore interruptions.

"Ahhh, what a nice relics" I wiped, washed my hands, and walked out to my seat. I noticed that everyone had started to put their stuff away so we were probably landing. I sat in my seat and waited to land.

Finally at the airport, I rolled my luggage to go find my dad. Darn. I mentally cursed. I can't find him anywhere, so I just decided to call him. "Dad?"

"Hey sweety!!, uhm where are you?"

"I was just about to ask the same thing."

"well I'm out front, in the car"

"Oh, ok I'll go out there, see you in a sec".

I raced out the doors. I was so happy to see dad and finally be back in North Carolina. I saw him in his black pick up truck and waved over the crowd of people, it took a while for him to notice me but luckily he had his windows down so I yelled at him, he looked over and stopped the car, I ran over, put my stuff in the back, and jumped in the front.

"Hey sweety!!! How ya been? How's the old momster?" He squeezed my arm as a temporary "hug"

"The 'momster' is good and I'm way better now that I'm finally here, thanks for letting me come up to live with you"