↬Chapter One

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—Chapter One—

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Chris's P.O.V.

Slamming the last, certainly not least, box onto the living room floor, I groan in irritation.

Well, let me not be rude.

I'm Chris Jade Kolzian. Yes, I'm female.

I'm a seventeen year old, going on the age of eighteen.

My mom past away about two months ago, and now, NOW, my dad decided to move.

He said 'too many memories' of her and blah blah blah were still sunk into that house, so we moved here.

South park Colorado.

But anyway, back to explaining.

I have four siblings. Three younger one's, and one older one.

First is Katelyn, who is seven. She has long, curly brown hair, forest green eyes, and freckles on the bridge of her nose, and on her cheeks. She's adorable.

Next, Is Asher. He's nine. He has short brown hair, which swipes into a Mohawk, light, mint green eyes, and dimples on either sides of his cheeks. He's a little rascal, but I love 'em.

Third, is of course the last of the little siblings. His name is Gabe. He's thirteen. He has shaggy brown hair, which is always a mess, light emerald green eyes, and dimples that appear every time he smiles. He's a little rebel.

Last, Is Ricky. He's my older brother. He's nineteen. Ricky has light brown hair, that's always messy, with light blonde highlights that run threw it. His eyes are a shade of blue, kind of like the ocean. He has freckles on his cheeks and doesn't seem to really smile a lot. He is an arse.

Anyway, back to my story.

I plopped onto one of the beanbag chairs that had been set out.

There were five; Purple, Green, Blue, Red, and Orange.

Of course, mine was blue, since it was my favorite color.

Katelyn's is purple, Asher's is Red, Gabe is Green, and Ricky is orange.

We had to sit on the been bag chairs till the moving truck would get here, which isn't till Sunday; right now, is Thursday. Yay us, note the sarcasm.

My dad walked in, carrying the last two boxes. He put them down and then stretched, before looking at us emotionless.

"Kids, bed. Now."

I sigh.

Well, We'll see how tomorrow goes. Until then, dream world here I come!

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