Standing With You

For Better or Worse?

Chapter 1

I stare out the window of our New York apartment for the last time. Trying to take in everything I can. From the sun bouncing off the walls and windows and buildings to the buzzing of the cars constantly driving by. I finished zipping up my last suitcase and look around my room for the last time. I pull it off my bed and wheel it out of my room as I shut off my light switch. This is definitely for the worst.
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Let's just say that the car ride was less than decent. Driving to Maine is not the ideal thing to do the third day of summer vacation. Me and my brother were shoved in the back of the truck with our suitcases and miscellaneous items all over the floor. We left at noon so it is 7:30 by the time we get here. Even from just driving through the town I already hate it. Our house is only 5 or so minutes from the town but my dad took a wrong turn and it took us almost 20. By the time we get there it is 8:00. I'm greatful for the long nights because the sun was still out and I hate to admit it but it looks beautiful here. We bring in the mattresses and our suitcases and sleep for the night. Who knew sitting in a car all day could be so exhausting?

Early in the morning it's my mom who wakes me first. At first I'm confused of my location but then I remember.
"Hey Mom," I say yawning.
"Go help your dad and brother unload the trailer. Then maybe later you can go into town," she tries to sound enthusiastic for me.
"Mom the only thing they do around here is play checkers." I roll my eyes and walk out my bedroom door. "Don't be sour Samantha." She scolds me.
"Sorry!" I call walking down the stairs. My dad and brother bring up the bed frames and I put all the sheets on the mattresses. I hang all the curtains up and then bring up my dresser and vanity. After a while I get my room perfect. Then I help Evan with his. I sit down at the kitchen table for lunch when we're finally done setting up the house. "Samantha," My dad says, "I saw a nice little Malt Shop in town when I went to get groceries. Maybe you should go check it out. I'll give you some money and you can stay there for a while. Maybe you'll meet some new friends." I consider it and agree to go out.
As I walk down the road into town I stop and look at the white house next ours. I look into a window and see a boy looking back at me. He smiles at me. Startled, I turn and keep walking. It's not that long into town but the heat makes it feel like forever. At least when I get to the malt shop it's cool inside. I get a milkshake and sit at a table set for four. After a while I figure besides that window boy, I'm the only kid in this town. But soon I hear voices from outside. I sit up and make myself look presentable. As the doors open I recognize the boy with brown hair immediately. It was the window boy, he brought along a friend. Up close he was real cute. He walks by me to the counter and I hear him say to his friend
"That's the girl I was telling you about." Maybe I was wrong. Maybe this is for the better.