the new girl » sam wilkinson [completed]

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"Destine! Are you almost done packing?" My mom yells at me as she walks into my room.

I've been packing all night, and we are planing on driving there.

We live in Las Vegas, so this would be a pretty long drive.

"Yeah, I'm just getting little things." I say putting my toothbrush in a bag.

"Alright dear, and I have ordered you and your sister cars, so by the time we get there, you should have one." She smiles and walks out.

I literally stop breathing for a second, I get a car!

I wonder what it will look like.

I've always wanted a race car, or a mustang.

But lord knows I'm not getting those.

And Denise has always wanted a Jeep since she was little.

As for my mom; she has a 'murdered out' Escalade.

And if you don't know what 'murdered out' means, it means an all black car, black rims, tinted windows, the color of the car is black.

I zip up my last bag, and throw it over my shoulder.

I look around my old room, and sigh.

I'm happy to leave this hell hole because of Dylon, but honestly I was a little disappointed.

Why? Because this place can be so nice.

But I'm beyond happy to leave too.

I can leave these horrible memories of being bullied, Dylon, and my father.

I bet you guys are wondering about my father, well, this isn't really easy to say, but he killed himself.

I was 13 and Denise was only 14, when we were right in front of our house walking home from school, we heard a gunshot, so we ran inside and saw our lifeless father on the ground with a gun in his hand.

From then on, I've always been a little depressed, but I've gotten better, so by age 15, I knew my father would want me to be happy, so I was.

But then I met Dylon and all my happiness went downhill.

I put on a pair of black fuzzy sock and my Nike sandals.

I was wearing some Nike sweats and a black long sleeve shirt.

My hair was in a messy bun, and I put my last bag in the trunk.

"Ready?" Denise asked me.

"Yeah." I smile getting into the back seat and buckling up.

"You girls ready?"

-18 VERY long hours later-

We pull up to this house that could be pulled off as a mansion.

Me and my sister look in awe at the house as our mom walks in casually, me and Denise look at each other and smile, and walk into this huge house.