Four Years

Chapter 1 My Life

I'm in my room packing my bag, when my mom starts yelling at me for some reason. I sigh and throw the rest of my things in the bag. I grab my bag and walk upstairs to where she is. "About time" my mom says. I just roll my eyes and start packing the car. I then hear my sister Bryanna asks, "Do we really have to bring that thing?" "You're one to talk" I say quietly. Apparently, it wasn't quite enough because Bryanna heard me. "Mom" Bryanna yells, "Harley's being mean again." I just shake my head. "Harley be nice and apologize to your sister" my mom says. "She started it" I say. Next thing I know, I'm shoved against the wall and then shoved to the ground.

I hear Bryanna laughing. I see my mom standing in front of me and my dad to standing to the side, just watching. My mom says, "Now apologize." "I'm sorry" I say. "And" Bryanna asks. I glare at Bryanna and say, "It's my fault." My mom and Bryanna look satisfied and walk off. I groan and stand up. I see my other sister and cousin walk out of the house. "Finally, you two are done, now we can go" says Bryanna. They load their things and we pile into the car. My dad is driving and my mom is sitting shotgun. My other sister Dianna and Bryanna are sitting in the middle. Me and my cousin Ian are in the back.

My name is Harley Davidson, yes, I know it's so hilarious. Hahaha. Note the sarcasm there. Now that that's out of the way, I'm the youngest of three kids. I am sixteen turning seventeen in a few months and according to everyone but Dianna and Ian a mistake. Bryanna is the middle child and the favorite. She is twenty-one and a complete- she isn't even worth it. Then you have Dianna and she is the oldest. She is twenty-three, she may not be the favorite, but mom and dad still love her. Mom and dad are- they told me if I don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all and that's what I'm going to do right now. Lastly, we have Ian Hayes. He is fifteen and is treated as if he was my brother.

After eight hours, we finally arrive at our destination LA, California. My family greets my cousin and aunt while I have to unload the car. After what feels like a hundred trips, I'm finally done. I walk out of the bedroom and look out the window to see everyone sitting down relaxing and just talking. I just walk to the room where I am going to sleep because I know I'm not invited. I am digging through my bag, when my cousin Sierra walks in. She shoves my bag to the side and all the contents spill out. I look at her and say, "Rude." "We are leaving in twenty minutes" Sierra says and starts to walk out. "Why would I go anywhere with you" I asks. She turns around and slams me against the wall. She puts her arm on my neck and applies a little pleasure. She asks, "What did you just say."

"Rude and then I won't go anywhere with you" I answered her. As soon as I said that, I regretted it. Sometimes I really need to learn when to be quiet. She applied more pressure and it became hard to breath. "You're lucky that I needed someone on short notice. We leave in twenty" Sierra says. She releases me and walks to door. I lean against the wall trying to catch my breath. Sierra stops in door way and turns around. She says, "Dress to impress." She leaves and walks into her room. I hate my life, I really hate my life.

Thanks for reading.  What did you guys think?  Who do you like?  Who do you dislike?  What do you think is going to happen next?  Votes and comments are always appreciated.  If you have any suggestions or questions, leave me a comment.