Okay guys so this is my first story, but I'll try to keep it updated. Thanks and enjoy!
Ally's POV
I set my suitcases down in front of the airport and pull my phone out of my back pocket. I slide my finger across the screen and punch in the code I know by heart, Doubletake. I open the message app and click on the conversation with my dad. Still no answer.
Where are you? –Ally
I sit on top of my suitcase and look around. There are palm trees everywhere that I haven't seen in years. The sun feels hot against my skin as I close my eyes and tilt my head back.
"Ally? Is your dad here yet?" I open my eyes to see my best friend, Trish, walking up behind me with her suitcases. We just got back from New York where I've been living with my aunt for the past two years. I decided it was finally time to get back to Miami where my dad is. This place is my home. I love everything about it. Well, not everything. A distant memory flashes into my mind, but I shake it out as soon as it appears.
"No. And he's not answering me." I texted him before we left and when we got off the plane, but he won't answer me.
"Did you try calling him?" my Latina friend asked me.
"Yeah, but some lady answered, so I think I got the wrong number." Just then a red mustang pulled up and skidded to a stop in front of us and a tall blonde woman got out. She had brunette hair that was curled and cascaded down her back to the middle of her shoulder blades. She looked to be in her mid-twenties and started walking up in a short tight red dress that should almost everything, as in one wrong move and something might pop out.
"Allllly?!" she screamed. I looked up at her and she opened her arms and started running up to me. I don't know how she did it though because she had four inch wedges on and her ankles looked like they were going to snap.
"Umm. Do I know you?" I snapped at her while ducking out of her attempt to hug me.
"Yeah. I'm your step-mom," she replied cautiously. My eyes got really wide and I turned to look at Trish whose eyes were the size of saucers and her mouth was hanging open.
"Excuse me. You're my what now?"
"Your step-mom. I'm here to pick you up. Your dad sent me."
"You have got to be kidding me," Trish spoke up. I grab my suitcases and stomped over to the car. I waited for that girl to open the trunk and I threw my stuff in. Then, I walked to the door and let Trish climb in the back before I threw myself into the passenger seat.
This was going to be fun.
Why didn't Ally know about her step-mom?
Where is Ally's dad?
What did Ally not like about Miami?
Why was she in New York?
What made her leave?
I'll try to post another two or three today and then I'll try to get one up every other day! R&R please! Any advice or ideas is accepted. This is my first story so I'd like to know what I'm doing right or wrong. Thanks guys! Love Ya'll!