When I moved to Beacon Hills

Chapter 1: The move

I never wanted to move. I loved our place in Denver. But my mom always complained about the cold in the winter, because she has this disease which means that she needs warm weather or her nerves hurt. I don't know what it's called. Anyways that's why we just sold our beautiful house, where I lived all my 16 years of life and are now in a car on our way to a little town in California called Beacon Hills. I've never visited the town or actually never heard of it either.

I just wonder if I'm going to fit in. I mean, I'm a girl from Denver, Colorado. I love skiing in the winter and the snow. In California there ain't no snow. Never. I'm just afraid I won't feel at home there. All I've heard is that the Cali-kids aren't that nice. Or they're not that welcoming, they are more of the tuff dudes. Well, I don't know. I guess I shouldn't think that much about it. Just let the things happen that are supposed to happen. But I just can't help it.

I'm my parents only child. They named me Luna for some reason. I have no clue why but sometimes at night I just look up at the moon and it feels like we have a connection. It's weird too because both my mom and dad has brown eyes and for some reason I got green. I asked them about it and they told me that the color jumped a generation, because my grandmother had just as green eyes as me. I guess that's true. I never met her. I have long brown hair that is pretty straight but with some curls in it. Personally I think it fits me. I don't have freckles but I wish I had, although I don't think that would fit me. That's why I think I don't want to change a thing about my looks.

I love listening to music like Dua Lipa. I really love her dark pop vibe. I have listened to her new album on repeat ever since it came out. I love every song of hers. Her album is what I'm listening to now. We are already in Nevada and I have listened to her album five times already. "Hey, Luna" shouted my dad. I pulled out one of my earbuds. "Yes" I answered. "Do you wanna stop for a minute at a gas station? We need to refuel the car. You can go in and buy something to eat for the rest of the drive" he continued. "Sure" I said. Five minutes later we pulled over at the gas station. I went into the store. Before I bought anything I went in to the washroom. I just stood there and looked myself in the mirror. I thought to myself "okay, Luna, you got to be strong now. You're going to love the new place." Then I did my needs and went out and bought a Reese's and jumped in the car again. We drove for another two hours.

I woke up to my parents shouting "We're here, Luna. This is our new home!"