Diary of a Dragon Rider

CHAPTER ONE

"That's it, I'm leaving!" said my mother angrily.

I sighed, tuning out the rest of my parents' argument. Mason and I shared a look, and I know we both thought the same thing. This wasn't one of our parents' usual fights, it was worse.

The two of us jumped when the door slammed, surprised that she was serious.

You see, our parents fight, a lot. They had gotten a divorce a few months back, but were still trying to live in the same house for the sake of Mason and me. Fortunately, it looked like that plan failed. Most teenagers would be upset that their parents were fighting, but that wasn't the case with us. The two of us despised our mother, because we both knew that the reason she married our father was because of our Grandfather's money. He realized that too, but for some reason still allowed the marriage on one condition. That  the two of them would have children.

Our father burst through the door, while talking on the phone to someone. "Pack your things you two, we're leaving." he told us. And with that, he walked back out of the room and up the stairs.

He definitely didn't need to tell me twice. I had been waiting for this day ever since the divorce.

I put down the book that I had been trying to read previously, and packed up almost everything I owned, save for a few of the things my mom had bought me as a form of bribery.

Mason, however, was not as excited to be leaving as I was. Unlike me, Mason had friends in school that he would miss after we left. I wish I knew what that felt like, to miss someone.

He kept on grumbling as he threw things into his suitcase. I came up beside him and began folding his clothes for him as he kept on muttering profanities.

"It could be worse," I told my twin a few minutes later.

"How? How could it possibly be worse?" He asked me in a harsh tone.

"Mom could have gotten custody of us instead of Dad," I said, and he quickly shut up after that.

He sighed before laying on his bed beside me. "You're right Tally, I'm sorry."

"I understand Mase, but I have a feeling that leaving this town will be a good thing. You just need to give it a chance," I told him.

Mason was about to say something when the door opened again, revealing our father standing in the doorway.

"Come on kids," he said, "We're moving in with your Grandpa Worth for a while."

Dad took our bags and began packing up the truck while Mase and I raided the kitchen for snacks to bring with us. We filled a duffel bag with all of the food we wanted and slowly made our way out to the truck, checking the rest of the house for emergency money that was hidden from our parents.

After we walked out of the house and locked the door, Mason and I began debating over who would sit where. Mason said that he deserved the back seats because he was bigger than me, and I retorted saying that I was older. In the end, I got all three back seats to myself, with our big bag of food on the floor. And then we began the long trip from Orlando to a small town in middle-of-no-where Montana.