The girl with a longboard

Chapter 1

I looked at my house for barely 2 seconds before my feet took off. The longboard bent under my right foot as my left pushed me along the gravel. I didn't want to look back, but I did. The house seemed different now than it had before. I guess that's because it was half burned down and the screams were louder than the thick wind.

I couldn't bare the thought of someone dying in that house. But it happened.

2 weeks before.

The plane ride from New York to California seemed longer than 5 hours. San Francisco was almost the same as New York, just not as many girls in bikinis walking around. On that note, may I please say, Ew.

The first day of school was tomorrow and I was absolutely terrified to start the 10th grade at Francis High school. I was the new girl again. After the plane ride, we automatically got a small car to drive to our new house on Deces Way. I wasn't exactly happy about this street, though. Deces meant death in French, so obviously the name was off putting for me.

I unpacked the small car, which only had my suitcase. The rest was coming in some giant car and flying over night, so my room would not be very roomy until tomorrow. The red car in the drive way flashed the whole neighborhood. The street was dark and it seemed like there was always a breeze no matter what temperature.

Our red car was one of the only things bright on this street. Even the trees looked vapid and gloomy. I shivered at the breeze and ran inside with my suitcase. It's August 15th, a Sunday, and it's 70 degrees, and there's still a breeze out. San Francisco was definitely colder than New York, but the smell is almost the same. There was a Starbucks on every block, which was not a bad thing, but some people need to know when to stop.

My dad, would not be joining us, any time soon. My parents separated three years ago and haven't spoken since. I have to plan every get together with my dad. He was an alcoholic and smoked just about anything he could get his hands on. He was unemployed and probably had ten dollars in his pocket right now. He had a small apartment in some city in Ohio, and just about threw me away when they were separated. So now I live with my mom, and my dad is probably in some bar drinking, and doesn't even care where or what we're doing.

I did not expect such a big room. It was a 2 room house for under $200,000, so my mom called it a deal. The only reason we moved here was because she was transferred to a job down here. She worked for Microsoft word. I know, weird job, but it makes quite a lot of money typing all day, and she loves it.

I set down my suit case on the clean hard wood floor and looked around my new room. It had a beautiful window with curtains, but no furniture yet. One if the main things I would not let them take was my longboard. I stuffed in my suit case for anything else. It barely fit but I would not last a day without it. I mainly kept it with me because my dad bought me it for my 12th birthday and now he probably doesn't even know when my birthday is anymore.

The door bell rang.

"Can you get the door?" My mom yelled from the other room. I nodded to myself and ran down the small one story house's hallway. The red door was absolutely beautiful. I opened it to see a girl about my age with long brown hair and brown eyes. She smiled at me and said, "Welcome to the neighborhood. I live next door, and just wanted to give you a friendly welcome."

"Thank you, that's really sweet." She shoved a plate of cookies in my arms and smiled again. I smiled and said, "Please, come in."

She followed me to the kitchen and watched me put the cookies on the marble counter top.

"I'm Emily, by the way. I live right there." She pointed out the kitchen window at a dull brown house. I could barely see the house through all the trees.