Breakaway

Chapter 1

Finally, the day has come where I can get away from my overprotective parents. Now, I know what you're thinking, that I'm in college and living in the dorms. Actually, I'm in high school, but I'm going to a school in New Jersey instead of my home town, Wisconsin. I'm staying in a house with a girl who's going to my high school for all four years of school, so hopefully we enjoy each other's company.

"Kimmie, I'm not sure you're ready for this," says Mom anxiously as we wait in the airport.

"Of course I am! I'm fourteen, Mom, not four," I remind her.

"Well if there's no way I can change your mind, I guess you're going to have to board the plane now," she says glumly.

"Bye, Mom. I love you," I tell her, giving her a quick kiss and slinging my backpack onto my shoulder.

"Good luck, Kimmie," I hear her say as I show the man my ticket and board the plane.

Once I'm seated on the plane, I pull out my headphones and shove them into my phone. I listen to the Dolan Twins' diss track for almost half the plane ride. Then I switch to actually watching their videos, and since it's Tuesday, I'm happily expecting a new one soon.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing soon, so if you could return to your seats and securely fasten your seat belts!" says the pilot.

I ignore the announcement and return to Youtube, but there's no new video yet. That's okay, maybe my new house mate will be into the Dolan Twins and will want to watch it with me. If that's the case, it would be a great bonding activity!

When we land at Newark, I grab my suitcase from the baggage claim and try to figure out a cab. I end up just calling Uber, since I can't seem to figure out when a cab is empty and when it is full. Oh well, I'm sure I can figure it out sometime.

After what seems like hours, the Uber driver pulls up in front of a fairly big two story house where I will live during my high school career. It looks really nice, and it's super close to school. The only thing I'm ticked about is that my house mate didn't come out to meet me, but I guess I can live with the thought that I probably wouldn't have, either.

"Welcome to your new house, Kimmie," says the driver, and he pulls away, leaving me on the lawn with my belongings and my new beginning.