Never Be ► l.h.

Chapter 1

"Mom, I don't want to move!" I groaned as my little brother and mom basically dragged me out of my bed. I didn't want to go, I didn't want to leave everything behind and move to Los Angeles. I live-well it's kind of more of lived-in Georgia, California is across the country. I mean moving across the country sounds like the end of the world, and let me tell you this; it's worse than you think.

"Allison, it is not the time to be doing this. We have to leave in ten minutes if we are going to make our flight," My mom scolded me. Her and my brother, Alex - my mom had a thing for names that start with an 'A'-got me half off my bed, then they dropped me so my face landed on my hardwood floor. Hard.

"Assholes," I muttered under my breathe before attempting to pull myself off the ground and back into bed. It didn't work because I had no upper body strength what so ever. All my muscles were in my legs from soccer. I don't use my arms, except for throw-ins.

"C'mon Allison," Alex groaned, "it's like three in the afternoon, you need to get up! We have to leave soon!"

"Alex, I'm sleeping until twelve. In California it's inly twelve o'clock right now and I want to be able to sleep until twelve tomorrow," I tried to explain my not so logic to my five year old brother. He isn't very smart so he just rolled his eyes and ran off.

I finally gave in and decided to get dressed. I was going to be on a plane so I didn't bother to pick out anything nice. Since it was the end of summer and I knew it was most likely going to be hot in both city that I was step outside in, I went with a loose tank top and a pair of jean shorts. They were fitted to my butt even though there really wasn't one.

Everyone said that I had an above average ass, or AAAA for short, but I never believed them. I didn't really pay attention to myself or my figure because you have to learn to love yourself eventually so might as well start now. I was totally insecure, no doubt. I just didn't show it. I was no skinny model, I could never fit into a size two, but I wasn't classified as a huge pig either that has to always shop in the plus sizes. I was average weight and I was happy about that.

I honestly hate it when I read books or see in the movies how the main character is the most perfect girl ever. That's when the book or movie loses people. I read books to connect to them, and enjoyment of course, but if it's a perfect girl you can't connect because you don't think of yourself as perfect.

I'm weird when it comes to this stuff, please just bear with me.

With one last brush of my mid-back length dark brown hair, I stared at myself in the mirror. I was going to be a California girl, not a Georgia Peach anymore.

I stared into my hazel eyes and I could already imagine the difference and it scared me. I didn't want to be one of those girls. I know a lot of them that have moved here, they aren't the best people to be.

But I'm not saying I don't see the bright side of this, I can have a darker tan each summer. My Italian roots will come through. I mean I won't be like a Cali Girl in the first place because I'm not blonde or fucking supermodel thin.

"Allison Ja-"

"I'm coming mother!" I called down before she could say my ridiculous middle name. I grabbed my last bag to take on the plane, my phone and my earbuds before running down stairs.

"Well you look very nice," My mom's boyfriend - aka the reason why we are moving-said to me with a smile. We are moving because he got a job offer in LA and it was a job that you couldn't say no to. Tom, that's his name, is going to be making double of what he was and his former pay was good enough to keep our family afloat every month. I mean we will be living in LA, it's different from a small town in Georgia, but it is still worth it.