An Unpredictable Year (Completed)

Chapter 1

"What'd they want?" I ask my brothers when they come home from the dinner with our parents.

"We're moving." Drake declares, sitting beside me on the couch. My jaw drops.

"What?! Moving away from our home? Why?!" I nearly shout. They already forced me to move out of my hometown, and I went, no complaints because I understood why. I'm finally happy here, I might not have friends or a life but I don't want a repeat of when we moved here. I have no reason to move and a lot of reasons to stay yet, I'll be forced to move like the last time, just like all of the times before this...

"Kyla, you know this isn't up to us. We're not happy about it either, but look at this as an opportunity. Maybe you'll make friends, maybe it'll be better for you." Dylan says in hopes to keep me from arguing about it. I won't say anything, but I'm not happy about it.

"Let's go pack." I say turning around to walk away before adding over my shoulder, "Again."

The boys and I all go into our rooms to start packing. I pack up my clothes first, shirts in one box, jeans in another, shorts and leggings together in one before moving out of my closet and into my bathroom. I pack up my whole life in just a few hours. My brothers keeping coming in to get my stuff and carrying it all out. Apparently people will be coming for our furniture later, until they get them to the new house we'll have to figure something out... Just like always.

"Okay Kyla, that's everything. Now we have to go so we don't miss our flight." Bryan says once they shut the door on the U-Haul. Tyson is driving the U-Haul with all of our stuff while Drake, Bryan, Dylan, Logan, Michael and I are flying.

"Fine let's get going. Bye Ty." I reply wrapping my arms around him. He returns the hug.

"Don't worry, Ky. I'll be there tomorrow and we'll get you ready for school. This move won't be as bad as you think it will be." He whispers in my ear before letting me go. All of the boys say bye to him before he drives off. He said that the last time and it took me a year to even feel like I belonged... Now I love this place and it's getting ripped away from me.

Sitting in the airport waiting for our flight, the flight that'll take me away from the place I called home for two years, is sad. This all feels too familiar, I hate this, today has been the longest day. Logan woke me up at 8 am to tell me they were leaving. 8 am on a Saturday morning, really?! They are crazy. I waited a couple hours until they came home at 10 am, we packed our rooms by 1. The truck was packed was loaded and Tyson was off by 2. Now its 3:30 and I'm wishing I never woke up this morning. I wish all of this was just a bad dream.

"Kyla." Michael says shaking me out of my thoughts.

"What?" I ask looking around at all of my brothers standing in front of us with worried looks on their faces.

"It's time to go." Logan states quietly like if he talks too loud I'll break.

"Okay." I say standing to my feet and pushing past all of my concerned looking brothers to walk towards the gate. I feel hands on my shoulders so I'm forced to turn around.

"Wrong way." Drake says in that same quiet voice Logan used. They know I hate it when they treat me like a child but they still do in times like this.

"I knew that." I state dumbly.

"Did you now?" Drake asks while the rest of my brothers simultaneously say, "Uh huh."

"Oh shhhh!" I say angrily. They know how I feel about moves and being woken up so early, they know why I'm in a bad mood yet they still dare tease me? Don't they know how I get when I'm in a bad mood?

"Come on Kyla, we need to go." Bryan says pulling my hand towards the gate... The right gate this time. All of my brothers are either pushing or pulling me, they are surrounding me, knowing we don't have time for any of my escape tricks.