Following The Stars (UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION!)

Chapter One

The sound of Taylor Swift, I knew you were trouble blasting out of the speakers makes me bolt awake from my long nap, after a tiring day of school. Yawning, I lazily get out of my warm and comfortable bed. I slowly reach the bathroom with my eyes still closed, trying to gain as much sleep in five second walk could provide.

The cold tiles underneath my feet start to awaken me, and the cold water I splash on to my face brings me back to reality. I take a quick look in the mirror and see a tired, and eye bag full teenager. I yawn and make my way back to my bed but before I could reach my warm bed I trip over my bright blue suitcase, and land face down on the polished wood floor.

Ouch.

I mumble a few incoherent words and manage to stare at the bag and sigh, still from the floor.

Suddenly realizing I wasn't even half way packed, I grab the suitcase and stand up ready to fill it. I quickly shove all the clothes from the floor.

Turns out staying in one place just wasn't going to cut it for my family. Because of my dad job in the oil industry we uprooted many times. Us going to Colorado was going to be the fifth time. We had lived in Texas for about two and half years.

I sluggishly walk to the other side of the room to my other suitcases and many boxes containing my life's worth of mementos. Most of my parent's stuff was already at Colorado, but there was just a few pieces here and there.

I managed to finish all my packing for my trip to Colorado without much procrastination. After I finished, my room was bare. The four dark blue walls stood there with not a picture frame to be insight. The memories of my life in that room seemed to vanish along with my stuff.

Sighing once again, I carry all my things out to the hallway and close the door to my room. We would leave in a few minutes, ready to start our lives again.

My parents had already purchased a house in Colorado, and I would attend Denver High School.

I would leave my friends, my boyfriend, my school and house, all for a new and repeated beginning.

People say change is good, and that there will be new opportunities. But what if you hate change? I mean after everything I've been through change seems to be the worst thing that happens.

"Then you have to suck it up and deal with it." as my grandma would say to me while knitting another rainbow colored sweater I would never wear, but insists I'll look cute in it.

Aboard the plane, I looked through the airplane's window. There is a large amount of elevation in Texas, and is so hot that it would be 85 degrees at ten in the night. I miss the days where my friends and I would sit at the campfire and makes s'mores. Or how we go skinny dipping at midnight because the water was always warm. I try to think what the new school would be like, if I would make any friends, and if it was going to be the same.

Maybe I had too much on my mind or I was just stressed out with everything, I suddenly felt exhausted, and slowly closed my eyes.

The sleep was refreshing.

"Welcome to Denver, Colorado airport. Please keep your seatbelt on....." I decided it wasn't important to listen, I knew where I was, and wasn't happy about it at all. Dragging myself off the airplane with my parents, we reached the baggage claim. I checked my phone as every other teenager would do. No texts from any of my friends.

When I arrived to my new house on Shadow Creek Drive. My house was big. Like not even house big. It looked like one if those houses you saw in a billionaire neighborhood, the ones where you talk about how you want one when you grow up. The ones that have their own little gates in the front, with a water fountain right before the entrance of the house. That was my house.

Unbelievable.

I quickly ran to it and started to explore this large house. When I reached a rather spacious room I liked, I decided to unpack my suitcase, making it mine.

The doorbell rang about an hour later.

"Mia, could you please get the door we're busy!" My mom yelled from the kitchen. With a loud exasperated sigh, I headed to the door.

Standing in front of me is a guy, he has dark hair, gray eyes. He has a defined  jawline, abs that you can see through his thin white shirt. Just staring at him made my stomach flutter and my face redden. I stand there staring, hopefully not with my mouth open, at him until he spoke.

"Hi, I'm Tomas. I'm your neighbor." He smiles which shows his dimples while he extends his hand.

I shake his hand, and say, "Hi, I'm Mia, I'm new here." He smiles and nods, theres an awkward pause.

Yeah well, duh of course you're new here, there's a damn sign on your house Mia.

"Yeah I saw your moving truck come in a few days ago, so I was wondering if we were going to get some new neighbors." He smiles and I watch as his dimples form once again.

"Yeah that's us." I chuckle.

And then complete silence.

It's already awkward if you know the person, but its even more awkward when you have no clue who your next door neighbor is, along with dead silence other than the wind howling.

"If you want I can walk you to school, it's only about a mile away from here." He offers. Theres another awkward pause.

Again, very awkward.

"Uh, sounds great, so when does school start?" I responded.

"Next week, on Monday." Tomas says. I thought to myself, great, its already Thursday.

The wind starts to blow stronger and the leaves start flying all over.

"Well, I got to go family dinner tonight. Come over whenever you want, if you have any questions, I live right next to you. Here's my number by the way." Tomas smiles, inserts his number into my phone and starts to walk back to his house, waving.

I wave back and head back inside.

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