It was the beginning of August and I was peering through my window watching the family that was moving into the house next to mine. I read the license plate on their car and read the words "Ohio". What are they doing in California I wondered? I saw a couple come out of the house and head towards their U-haul. They had two kids: one son, one daughter whom looked like my age. It was dark so I can't really tell you how they look. After I did my stalking, I turned to my clock; it read 9:47 PM. I was bored out of my mind. No one was home. Mom was out and about, I don't really care. She's this high-class socialite who doesn't really care about anyone besides herself. My sister, Kyla, was out with Aiden who is one of my really good friends. Best friends even. He tried to get me to go out with him, but I told him I preferred girls, which is the truth! We were all the same age,16 turning 17 this year. I am two hours older than Kyla that's why I consider myself the older sister.

"I guess I should get the mail," I said to myself walking out of my room. It was warm when I stepped outside, that's California weather for ya. I walked down to the front of the driveway where our mailbox was located and in the corner of my eye I see a girl in the corner of my eye.

"Just give me a few minutes!" I heard her yell back.

Anyways, I grabbed the mail, shuffled through it to see if there was anything interesting but sadly, there wasn't. Only Kyla's and mine's class schedule for the school year. A long with Aiden, both Kyla and me went to King High School. It was a private school without the religion involved. I guess you could it was something like a prep school. I opened my letter that contained my schedule and read through it:

Day 1 block:

1- Media Communications
3- Introduction to Cooking
5- Lunch
7- Algebra 2
9- Computer Graphics

Day 2 block:
2- English 11
4- Chemistry
6- U.S History/Homeroom
8- Lunch

"Awesome." I say sarcastically to myself. I was your average student, nothing great. School's whatever to me as long as the teachers don't nag me about anything. Music is my real passion. I guess I get that from my dad, Raife Davies-he was the big rockstar in the 80's and early 90's. He passed away a year ago because of a car accident. There's not a day when I don't think about him. Kyla's the one with all the AP and Honor's classes. She wants to go to some fancy college one day. And Aiden, he's just like me with the whole school situation. He's hoping to get recruited by a college for football.

"Hi," someone said to me, "Who are you?" It was the girl looking at me holding her iPod touch. She was wearing shorts and a purple top. I looked up at her and her eyes were the first thing I notice. They were blue, a really deep ocean blue. Too be honest, I could probably get lost in them. I know, very cheesy.

"My name's Ashley, Ashley Davies." I replied with a smile.