Moving is never easy for anyone but it seemed like the entire world was crashing down around me. I was born and raised in Clarksville, Tennessee so moving to California was like moving to another country. Don't get me wrong I'm only 13 but my whole life was already hundreds of miles away. I looked out of the window of my dad's red '68 chevelle and watch the highway just blur past me, I tried to zone out but all I heard other than the loud sounds of traffic was my mother's light singing. She reached over and patted my leg and I responded with a sigh. How could they do this to me? Did anyone ever think to ask me if I wanted to move? No of course they didn't I guess my oppinion just doesn't matter.
"Roxanne don't be so down baby this is a new start for us all. I know you already miss your friends but honey L.A. is a whole different ball game and I know you will find new friends. Daddy already has a job so we won't be struggling and you are just going to love our new house princess I promise." I just rolled my eyes. Yeah country girl with a deep twang is going to fit in around here we will see.
We pulled into the driveway of our new home at 7:30 pm. As I stepped out of the car I realized my mother was right I did love our new house. It wasn't as big as our old one but it had a homey feeling to it. I approached the front porch and just stared. The porch was just wide enough for a swing but long enough to throw chairs on it as well. It was a classic two story painted baby blue though you could barely tell due to the damage the paint job had taken from age and the weather. The house had a smaller front yard but a big fenced in back yard with an inground swimming pool. Maybe I could grow to like it here
By nine my bedroom resembled just that an actual living bedroom I smiled at myself. My dresser was up against the south wall and ny bed was against the north so I could watch tv from my bed. I hung up my stuffed animal net, and hung up my chair in the right corner from the ceiling. The chair resembled more of a swing with sheer hot pink curtains surrounding it, my daddy made it for me three years ago but I still love it.
"Roxie baby come down here we have neighbors at the door," I heard my dad yell and I silently cursed. Here comes the first step in rejection. With my luck my neighbors would do nothing but make fun of the way I talked but I still decended the stairs and put on a smile. My long red hair pulled up in a pony tail and I adjusted my tank top so I wasn't showing any cleavage. At 13 I had c cups which was nice but a pain in the ass, the worst part about it is I'm pretty sure I wasn't done growing since both sides of my family were pretty blessed in the chest. My dad's side was mostly italian but I took after my mom. We look like a pair with just 20 years seperating us. Back to reality, when I finally made it downstairs we had three guests in our living room, an older guy I would guess in his 40's, a guy and a younger girl about my age. The older guy had a big bowl of what looked like lasagna and handed it to my dad.
"I'm so glad you were able to accept the job proposal at the shop Gisseppe we could really use hands like yours around."
"I appreciate the offer Antonio," my dad said as he shook the older gentleman's hand and then turned to us, "this is my family. My beautiful wife Annabelle ,though most people just call her Anna and my daughter Roxanne." We all shook the older gentleman's hand.
"Nice to meet you lovely ladies. I'm Antonio Toretto this is my son Dominic, he just turned 16 and my beautiful daughter Mia, whom is 13. Now why don't we leave the kids to get aquainted while we talk," he said and they all walked into the kitchen. Mia smiled really brightly at me.
"Hi obviously you just heard I'm Mia. How old are you? Where'd you come from? What kind of things are you into?" I couldn't help but laugh at her enthusiasm. Hopefully we would definitely get along because I like her already.
"Well I'm from Tennessee I'm 13 and I like everything under the hood and I'm also kind of girly. I am my daddy's girl so I look exactly like my mom." Dominic just smirked and Mia squealed.
"We are going to get along just fine." I let out a sigh of relief neither one of them had mentioned my accent I know I wasn't in the clear but at least I felt a little better about talking. But before we can get into too many details Antonio walked out and they had to go home. We all calls are goodbyes and I was actually looking forward to tomorrow because before they left Mia made me promise to come over tomorrow. Maybe things were looking up.
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