The Mormon Bad Boy

Chapter 1:

*EMMA'S POV*

Ugh. I hate moving. I hate it with all of my black soul.

I am Emma LaRoe, and my parents decided to move us from amazing California, to Utah, where people describe the weather as "Bipolar Weather." This is going to be GREAT...(Please tell me you caught that sarcasm. If you didn't, you are officially booted off my island.)

Anyways, we are moving to a city called Provo. Which also means that I am going to have to start my senior year at a NEW SCHOOL! Thank you so much mom and dad. *Sarcasm again*

"Mom, mom, mom!!! It says 'Welcome to Provo' that means we're almost home right?!?!" Asked my 9 year-old brother, Jack.

"Yep. The GPS says that we have about 10 more minutes 'till we get to our new house." Said my mom, Donna, while looking up from her phone.

"Oh look Emma! That's your new school! Are you excited for school to start?" Asked my Dad, John, while passing the local high school.

"Yeah, Dad. I'm just SO excited to start my senior year at a new school in a completely different state." I replied, sarcastically.

"I'm sorry that we are moving Emma, but look at the bright side, maybe you'll meet some cute boys." Said my Mom, with a sly smile.

"MOM!!! What's wrong with you?!?! I ALREADY HAVE A BOYFRIEND!!"

"Emma, we've talked about this. Food doesn't count as a boyfriend."

"Dang it...you know me too well mom."

"I mean, I did birth you, so I would hope I know you well." She said as we finally pulled into a cute little house.

"WE'RE HERE!! WE'RE HERE FINALLY!!!!" Jack screamed while jumping out of the car and rolling around on the grass.

I wondered to myself, "How in the actual heck does he still have energy after that 10 hour drive??" As I go and die on the lawn.

"Emma, are you going to come look at your new room?" Dad asked, while walking inside with some of his old books.

I get up and walk inside. This is like the cutest house ever! It's a 60's red brick, 3 bed, 2 bath house with a fake garage door that is actually a T.V. room.

I walk into what I figure is my room. It's giant compared to our old apartment in California. The walls are white but the past owners didn't need any of the furniture, so they just left it for us! The bed they left is a black, trendle and it's perfect. There is also a white dresser with a bunch of space. 

Moving on through to Jack's room, the walls are also white but the people left a brown dresser, and 2 beds! Obviously, we won't need both beds, so we'll probably just sell one on Ebay or donate it to a local thrift store or something. But this is pretty epic.

In the T.V. room, across the hall from Jack's room, there is a kitchenette and a fridge. There are 2 couches and a giant T.V. The back row of couches are a little bit higher up from the front so the people in the back can see better.

As I'm walking out of the T.V. room, I run right into Jack, who is apparently super hyper and running around. "Sorry Emma...THIS PLACE IS AWESOME!!!" He says, completely out of breath.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool." I say trying to hide how happy I am about this house.

Jack walks away after that, and I'm still looking around.

Down the hall there is a kids bathroom, and the master bedroom. The bed is GIANT and there are side-by-side closets.

In the master bathroom, there is a window to the backyard and a giant cabinet. For the shower, there is no bath, but a double showerhead shower.