GUERREROS GIRL

Day one

The sun beamed in through the cracks of the blinds. I sat up in bed yawning and gathering my thoughts.
Today was a new day.
Today was the day everything changed.
I would say bye to my old life, friends and all that I ever knew to move with my family to a completely new environment. It hurt more than anything to leave all this behind, all my memories lay within this house, this street, this state. But no amount of begging and pleading would change my fathers mind. He had taken up a promotion in Chicago and insisted the family moved with him. Saying "the change of scenery would be good for us" and would "develop character". I called bullshit but that didn't stop him.

I guess it was time to face the music. I slipped on some basketball shorts and a long Nike hoodie, put on some socks and grabbed my sliders. I walked downstairs to hear the commotion of my mother bustling around and my dad helping the moving men put the stuff in vans.
"Morning mama" I kissed her on the cheek and grabbed a fresh bagel. I spread the Philadelphia cheese and jam and looked properly at her; my mother had long deep brown hair, a short curvy frame with honey hazel easy eyes, deep golden skin, a strong jawline and dimpled cheeks that accentuated her cute button nose.
I was a split image of her accept I inherited my German fathers tall stature and straight nose, he was peppered with silver and brown hair and firm build. He was a stern handsome man that often came of as intimidating because of his accent and ever squinting eyes that seem to disapprove of your every move. The very opposite of my soft mother.
But I loved him. And was grateful of my parents.
I had two brothers  and a younger sister: Brayden, the oldest, who was the exact copy of my dad accept he inherited my mothers happy heart, he was currently working at a firm in partnership with my dads and at 22 was able to object to moving states by finding an apartment.
Johnathan who was a year older than me and ever reminding me of this, looked much like our grandfather while we all had brown hair he stood with platinum blonde hair and very pointed features: sharp pale grey eyes, a strong chin and a lanky figure. He played basketball for our old school team Greenwich hawks and was the most excited to be changing in his final year.
Lastly was my sister Arielle, short petite and cute like my mother and Greek grandmother; Arielle was the typical pretty princess. Soft, whiny and ever annoying with her bubbly attitude. More than your typical cheerleader- my opposite character wise but one of my best friends.
My attention was captured by my dads rough voice bellowing on the phone "What do you mean I have to start tomorrow I was told we have till Friday, that means we will have to be in Chicago by tonight. I have kids- yes I am happy with my promotion bu- alright, thank you." With a sharp intake of breathe he turned us and said the words that made my heart drop fifty feet into my stomach "Change of plans everyone, Bohdi you need to wake Arielle up we are leaving in an hour".

Shit.