Halliee George is a natural born sass Queen, she don't take anything from no one. Oh did I mention shes moving schools? Why... Oh she just got expelled from her school in Britain for setting her teachers hair on fire... Heh no big deal.
Moving to Ca...
Authors note: K so this is my first story, and I'm under the normal age of writers so expect grammar, spelling, punctuation, etc to be wrong. Ill check it in the end and this is a on going story. NOT DONE YET. Please don't be rude, now chapter one! ——————————————————————————————————————————
Halliees POV:
"Look dad I'm sorry ok? It was a mistake!" Hah no it wasn't, her fault she gave me a lighter and hair spray, what am I gonna do, fix my hair up? "Halliee, she's in the hospital! I repeat, HOSPITAL!" My dad yells My brother Max is in the back laughing his arse off. Too be fair I'm biting my cheek so I wont laugh. I LIT HER HAIR ON FIRE! "Ok dad. I'm sorry, really! But she was being foolish giving me a lighter and hair spray after all..." My dad was so mad I'm surprised his head hasn't exploded. Yet. My brother couldn't do it, he laughed so hard he was crying. I has chuckling. "Thats it, WERE MOVING" "K" "alright" my brother and I said in unison. "Back your bags, I was actually planning this for a while.." "Oh and Halliee." "Yeah?" I urged my dad to continue to talk "Grounded for 3 months." He said "Aww...." I was expecting that... "Hah, sucks to suck!" Max said. "Shut up Snot Brain!" I yelled at Max He scoffed and just went too his room, purposely bumping my shoulder on the way though. ———————————————— Three Weeks After————————— "Halliee" "Halliee come on, get up" I shifted in the uncomfortable plane seat, about ready to knock who ever is waking me up out. "Halliee George, get up" my dad said My eyes popped open, looking at my brother and going into Hall's mode. Whats that you ask? The scariest, unemotional straight face/ death glare. My brothers eyes bursted open in fear running behind dad. "SNOT BRAIN!" I yelled. "BIMBO HEAD!" My brother yelled back. "JUSTIN BEBIER FAN!" I yelled knowing how much my brother hates him. "HUUUH! TAKE THAT BACK!" My brother yelled, I was about to pounce on my brother when someone cleared there throat. I turned around and and realized we were still on the plane and everyone was staring at us. "The flights over Halliee, he woke you up so we could get off the plane" my dad said amusement clear on his face. I shrugged not really caring that people where staring. I reached up above the plane seats and grabbed my carrie on luggage. Exiting through the plane and going through the normal procures. Skip that boring stuff and woop de do, we land in-front of a nice looking cottage. Its about three stories, the third is like a attic though. "Uhm dad who's house is this?" I ask. "Ours" he replies. "Oh.." I say still confused. I shrug it off, thats what I get for my dad working in the FBI I guess. I grab my luggage and Max's. I threw it in the house to see it fully furnished. All this in three weeks, should I questions why this is all done so fast? I look around to find our rooms, my Brothers (basic 9 year old bedroom), my dad's which takes up the other room. Me being the only girl, means I get the biggest room, the 'attic'. I walk up and see a beautiful room.
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It had a small walk in room, full of my art supplies. How did those.. Not gonna question it...
——————————- That was the first day... ik its bad but its 1 in the morning soooo nights!
