Chapter 1

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I remember it like yesterday, at high school, so much drama, popular girls, bullies, hot boys, not so hot boys, nerds, and so much more. I can't believe I am moving to Miami very, very soon! I woke up from my old room where I was staying the night at my house or shall I say parents house, because I won't be living here anymore. I got up and my warm feet touched the cold ground. I walked by my window looking at my view of my neighborhood. I had tons of memories of playing outside with my younger brother and, riding bikes up and down the colorful street. I walked to my stool where I set my clothes out. I put on some yoga pants on, green vans, black tank top on with a green work out jacket on, and my hair in a messy ponytail. I made my way downstairs to the kitchen. As I walked in the kitchen I heard sniffling. My mom had a good bye breakfast for me.

"G-g-oo-d m-m-m-mornin-g hone-y." my mom said crying a little.

"Hi mom, plz don't cry, plz don't , I have to grow up sooner or later." I said giving her a hug.

"LATER PLZZ!" She said balling holding me tight. My dad walked in and laughed and pulled her away from me.

"Honey, she's coming back for the holidays!" he said trying to cheer her up. She wipped her tears away and sat at the table.

"So honey are you excited?" my dad asked me.

"Oh yes I can't believe it, finally done with school and College! AHHH here I come Miami!" I said shouting. They both looked at me in shocked.

"Umm you better not party to much down their girl." They both said to me. I smiled and ate my smiley pancake and bacon with fruit.

___45 MINS LATER___

As my mom and dad were packing the brown boxes in the delivery truck. I walked up to my room for the last time... till Thanksgiving. I had flashbacks of sad,happy, and fun times. I started to tear up a little, then I heard my dad scream "INGRID TIME TO GO!" I ran downstairs and out the door. I have my mom and dad a goodbye kiss and got in my brand new red Mercedes car ,and headed for the highway south. As the delivery trucks were following me we drove right in the city of Pittsburgh. Man did I start crying of all the memories I had here with my family. But I acted like I was never coming back here. "Stop it!" I yelled at my self. "about 16 hours to drive to Miami." *sigh*

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