Alrighty New story and I am really excited about this one! alot more detail and I know exactly where this is going which is great lol anyways the first chapter is the opening of course but please tell me what you all think :D
Chapter 1 New Beginning
New beginnings are always a great way to start over, my last school year in my old school wasn’t quite what I expected to start my first year in high school. I wasn’t really popular or social in any matter. I was more an outcast, who wore glasses and had long frizzy auburn hair minus the fact there was a lack of humidity. No friends were quite normal growing up in my whole fourteen years of life. Now moving to a new school is really exciting for me, I get to start over and try to fit in or in my case blend in. My dad was and still is worried of my social behavior and lack of friends, in their words I’m way too shy and it’s not normal. In my case I honestly expected more experience or to have my appearance change dramatically, but then again that only happens in fairytales.
We were pulling up into the drive way to our new French gray Victorian two story house with white trimming, I know its old but it’s new to my family and I can say it’s absolutely gorgeous. Living in San Francisco was a new world to me from living in Colorado. No snow for Christmas or the winter holidays was crazy for me to hear at first, but the moment I heard ocean and beaches I was sold instantly. Our belongings were already being put in the house by the mover’s when I got out of the car. I walked up the paved sidewalk and pushed open the black Iron Gate to the stone sidewalk up to the porch. I hesitated at the door not really understanding on what might happen next in my life, taking in a deep breath I placed my right hand on the door knob and stepped inside. I smiled to myself seeing the dark old hard wood floors and the timeworn moldings, this felt like home. Walking up the staircase I was filled with excitement to start over, it made me feel all jittery and anticipated for the coming up Monday.
“Your room is the last door on the right sweetie” I nodded and smiled as my dad passed with a box written in his handwriting with a sharpie “mom”. I breathed in sharply remembering back to the end of this school year. It was a sudden painful event that I thought would never happen to our family. Having a family member murdered in your own home is a tragic, but my mom she was my rock, we were best friends. Losing her made me feel like I couldn’t move on, but I did with the help of my dad which brought us closer than we ever have been before. My brother on the other hand hasn’t gotten over it. He was in his room listening to his I pod at the time, didn’t know what was going on until he heard a gunshot and the front door slamming. He still blames himself for not being there for her. I shook my head to erase the thoughts and bad memories, which still bring me nightmares to this day.
I couldn’t help but giggle to myself seeing the “Ronnie” name plate placed on my door. My mom made it when I was seven so it is pink, couldn’t get the courage to toss it. Opening the door I was pleased to see the bed was already placed on the opposite wall of the window seat. Opening my closet I put my clothes and stuff animals in there and unpacked everything else quite slowly due to the fact of being happy and cheering one minute to being depressed and gloomy the next.
Lying on my bed, I felt drained of life. I couldn’t see myself starting a new life without my mom, it was impossible. Thinking about my childhood all I saw was her, making diner, baking, always laughing at the right moments, it feels wrong and out of place to know there are no memories what so ever of her in the past two and a half months. I closed my eyes feeling exhausted from a trip from Colorado to California, so a nap just felt right at this particular moment to clear my head and start fresh.
What seemed like seconds later I felt cold hands placed on my bare shoulders and my eyes were immediately opened due to the fact I hate surprises.
“God don’t scare me like that” I laughed seeing my brother sit back after shacking me to wake up.
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