The Boy of My Dreams

Chapter one

Hazel's pov:

I woke up to the sound of my mother's voice. She was at my wooden door saying, "Hazel, dear, I need you to come downstairs so your father and I can talk to you." I was a little confused but started making my way downstairs anyway.

When I got downstairs my mom, dad, and my brother were there (my brother's name is Kaleb and he's 18, about to turn 19. He is very protective over me) at the kitchen table. In my head I was freaking out cause this seemed serious. I slowly sat down in the chair beside my dad. My mom started to speak. "Hazel, your father and I have some bad news." My stomach tightened as my dad reached for my hands. "Sweety, um... how can I put this?" My dad began, gripping my hands tighter. "Honey, we're moving to Los Angeles."

My heartbeat stopped. My green eyes froze. I stopped twirling my wavy, dirty blonde hair. "MOVING?" I yelled, "how can we be moving? We have a nice house! A mountain view! W-we have-"

"Hazel Demmings! Calm down!" My dad said, interrupting me. "IT'S NOT FAIR!" I screamed as I felt warm years spill down my face.

My parents were not the tolerant type of parents. And I quickly regretted yelling that loud. My mom's eyes flared and it felt as if the room got 20 degrees colder. "Young lady you listen here," my mom began angrily, "I will not tolerate your behavior. You're 16 years old so you better be able to keep your thoughts and anger to yourself. You should be able to keep your cool in situations like this!" I say there shocked and felt the air come back to its normal temperature. I slowly got up from the table and said quietly, "please excuse me, I've got some things to think about without your guidance." I walked to the stairs, then ran up the stapes as quickly as possible. I slammed the door, jumped on to my bed and cried. I cried until I was exhausted, and I fell asleep on my tear-soaked pillow.