My family and I just moved to a brand new town-again.
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"Hey! Hey! Be careful with that! Can't you read that the box says fragile?" I holler over to the strangers unloading our items from the huge white and blue striped moving van.
I love moving to new places, but of course... like any basic seventeen year old teenager I also hate it.
The good thing about moving is that I can always get a fresh start and see some new scenery.
The bad thing about moving is that I have to say goodbye to my old friends and adjust to a new school and new people.
Anyways I just moved from Washington D.C. and now we're living in California. Though I was born in Kansas.
Oh, sorry i forgot to intorduce myself. My name is Lyla Winters. My name is pretty accurate because I absolutely love winter.
Just imagine winter...the chilly air that shivers down your spine and lands on your nose and cheeks leaving a blush of rosy red while you play in the icy snow. Finally when you come inside you feel the heat rushing towards your body to wrap you in warmth as you sit by the fireplace listening to the calm crinkling of the flames burning the firewood.
Out of all the places my family moved to Greenland has to have been my favorite.
It's pretty ironic that the name Greenland sounds as if it would be nice and green there, but nope it's the complete opposite!
The gorgeous colorful northern lights dance above your head as you breathe in the chilly air.
"Lyla! Sweetie come inside and look around." My Mother called from the doorsteps of our new home.
As I stood up from under the gorgeous white gazebo placed near the water fountains and shimmering lake I noticed one of my neighbors about three houses down from mine.
It was a boy. I would say he looked about my age, a little more than six feet tall and soft dark brown hair that he ran his hand through to fix it from the breeze.
I was slowly crossing the street to go to my house when he noticed me crossing.
Ah! Oh no.
I was still staring at him when he looked up at me.
Stop it Lyla. Look away, you creep!
I finally tore my eyes away from him and paced up my driveway to rush inside as my face grew hot and I looked like a tomato.
Good going Lyla. Real casual of you...
I roamed throughout my new house exploring inch by inch as if I was a detective looking for clues.
Finally, I made my way up to my new room. It was slightly bigger than my last room and before we actually moved to California my Dad called some guys up to paint the house. So I gazed around my room once more looking at the Lavender painted walls, which I told them to paint- Lavender being my favorite color...duhhh.
I tore open my first box with all my strength, and I mean ALL my strength in this little five foot two body of mine.
The box finally opened right as I noticed there were large black scissors sitting on top of another box two feet away.
Wow! Great way to use my eyes.
I sighed and laughed at myself while going over to grab the scissors then proceeding to finish unpacking my boxes labeled Lyla's room in my sharp handwriting.
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Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. It's just sort of an introduction into the story.
Thanks-until next time!
-Jasmine♡
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Emotional Rollercoaster~S.M
Fanfictionladies and gentlemen, as you aboard the 'Emotional Rollercoaster' please remember to keep all legs and feet in the vehicle at all times. hold on tight as we go through Lyla Winters' ups and downs of her teenage life.
