Living A Miric- Hell (Angels)

chapter one

Once upon a time a fairytale wasn't a fairytale. This fairytale was a love story that was part fantasy. Nobody, even the main character, truly knew.

I was falling asleep as cars passed quickly passed my window on the freeway. Both my brother were of the age of sixteen and seventeen. I was seventeen. My oldest brother, Samuel, or Sam,, had dark brown,wavy hair. He was texting in the back seat. My youngest brother, Darrel, was next to him sleeping. My mom, who looks sort of like me, is forty three and happened to just get a divorce with my dad. She got custody of all three of us and is headed to Arizona. The divorce happened a couple years ago making my dad immediately move to Florida. We all used to live happily in Texas.
My mom decided she was going to move during the summer when it was over one hundred five degrees Fahrenheit outside. It really doesn't help our twenty – twelve dodge power wagons' air conditioning is horrible. I have the vent pointing at my face and one in the back and I'm still sweating.
Luckily my car, which is being towed in the back by a u haul trailer, has ice cold air conditioning. At least I don't have to suffer throughout all summer. It helped a little in Texas. Darrel, who happened to pick up the Texan accent from who knows where, always complained my car was to cold. I wonder what he'll think now.
“Crysta, sweetheart?” my mom sweetly questioned if I still existed in the world.
“Hmm,” I mumbled.
“why don't you text Ashley? I bet she misses you. You did tell her you were going to text her when you got in state.”
my mom has this thing where she worry for me a lot. I mean I did grow up but moving out of my birth hometown is kind of hard on me.
“Phones dead,” my eyes were cracked open as I showed her the flashing red battery on my black screen.
“Did you bring your car charger?” her eyes flicked to me and then back to the road. I could tell shes trying hard to make me happy.
“Its probably in me car, melting,” and I'm to tired to care, I thought.
My black with red tipped hair flew in my face as I shifted into and away from the air conditioning. My dark green eyes stared back at me from the glass window of the passenger side of the car.
“Oh, okay” she was silent for a long while after that. I never cared where we went. Moving was extremely hard for me. I let my home town go, my friends, birthplace, childhood, all gone. My only hope is maybe I'll find a guy who likes me or make good friends. I mean I'm cute and muscular, very skinny, and lean. I weigh under ninety pounds and I'm very average eight.
“hopefully you new surrounding will be alright for you.” that was her last attempt of trying to cheer me up before I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
My mom sighed and kept driving. She was very like me except in her childhood she moved a lot, her hair was a bright red with some brown, and she had hazel eyes. My brothers both had brown hair and brown eyes. I try to forget my original hair color

Authors note ___
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This is my dream to bring this story out it's continuing to grow but I'm working on it daily