//Hey guys! This is my first story, so i hope you enjoy it!(: the beginning is slightly boring because I have had little experience writing. Sorry anout that :3//
INTRODUCTION:
Hi, I'm Christina. My friends call my Christie and sometimes even 'Curly-Cue' (referring to my curly hair). I'm a 15 year old with brown hair with natural blonde highlights, tanned skin, and brown eyes with hints of honey and sometimes ever amber. This is how my story began with R5.
When I was about 5 years old, my family moved to California from Florida so that my dad would get a raise at work. I didn't have much of a problem with it though, unlike my older brother Daniel. He was 8 at the time and was already getting more friends when he had to leave them. I, on the other hand, could be so easily distracted that I had no problem at all with this. Whenever my brother would complain I would tell him to be glad that we're seeing new stuff, which usually lead to fights.
After some time, Daniel started locking me out of the house. I would usually just wait for my mom to get home so she could unlock the door or I would just climb in through the windows. Either way, I didn't care. Shortly after my eighth birthday, my brother declared that he locked me out for the billionth time. Like the proud boy he was, and still is, he locked me out for the billionth and ONE-th time. Like usual, I had no problem with this. In fact, I heard my mom talking to my dad about a new family that moved in five houses down that had four boys and girl but one of the boys was a family friend.
I excitedly skipped over to the house and knocked on the door. I hadnt realized how nervous I was until a boy around my age opened the door. He had blonde hair and hazel eyes.
"Who are you?" He asked me.
I ignored my nervousness. "I'm Christina. What's your name?" I answered, smiling shyly.
"I'm Ross." He replied simply.
"Ross, honey, who's at the door?" I heard from inside the house.
"A girl from the neighborhood. Her name's Christina." Ross answered.
His mother, Stormie, invited me in for ice cream and I had a chance to meet Ross' siblings Riker, Rydel, Rocky, and Ryland. I also got to meet Ratliff, whose first name was actually Ellington. After that, Ross and I became great friends.
