A/N: This is my first fanfiction. It may not be the best first chapter but I think I did good... I think... Please, please, please tell me what you think. Please and thank you!
"Samantha!" I squint in the morning light as I wake to my mother's shrill voice ringing through the hotel room I was currently staying in.
Great, time to go to my doom. Doom , of course, being a hyperbole for- Ugh it's to early to be intelligent.
Basically my father has a fantastic new job as a CEO of some company that probably uses child labor to make some item that no one really needs or whatnot. So, now we are moving across country to go live in town called Amity Park. This resulted in me having to leave all of my many friends and- When are you going to stop lying to yourself about having friends? Okay, so I didn't have friends. All I've had is this little voice in my head that seems to know me better than I know myself. It appeared about the time that all of my real friends ditched me for good because I was goth according to them. Apparently being goth is a bad thing. What is a goth anyways? I wear black but I also wear other colors like gray, green, the occasional blue, and my favorite color purple.
Who knows, maybe they finally realized that I don't make a good friend. I do tend to keep to myself a lot but I've never been comfortable with people it makes me feel awkward and so I tend to be unsocial and awkward and uncomfortable.
You're rambling and repeating yourself...
See! I just can't talk to people!
People came here for a story, not for your social awkwardness.
So yeah... We're moving to Amity Park and we are supposed to arrive there today.
"Samantha! Rise and shine! Morning is here." I hear my mom's voice get close as she finally finds her way to my bed. "Your bags have been loaded into the car and I've picked out a beautiful dress for you to wear today. We are going to- What?" MY mom asks as I glared at the mere mention of a dress. I'm not a big fan of dresses but I'll wear them when I absolutely have to. My mother's idea of a dress, however, is drastically different from mine. She would have me wear light colors like yellow or her favorite color Pepto Bismol pink. Not to mention every dress she gets me is an over the top ball gown or it is covered in lace or frills! I am not okay with that. If I have to wear a dress I better be the one picking it out. I'm not going somewhere as a Barbie wannabe.
"I'm not wearing a dress." I say, knowing that it will only result in an argument but nonetheless it had to happen if I was to leave this hotel with even a shred of my dignity.
"But Sammy," I mentally cringe at her nickname for me. Why can't she just call me Sam like a normal parent? "This dress would look so great on you and I picked it out because I just knew-"
I cut her off. "Mom I am not, I repeat not, wearing a dress. I have an outfit and I plan on wearing it. You may have a problem with it but no one is going to see me. We will be in a car for most of the day anyways."
"Sammy it wou-"
"Mother! It is Sam," I snap at her, but as soon as I say it I regret it. The hurt look she gave me would make anyone feel bad.
"Fine. Wear what you want. We leave in an hour." With that she walked out of my room, well suite, leaving me to feel only guilt for snapping at her. It's not that I dislike my mom it's that we don't have many common interests and we have two completely different personalities. You're telling me.
I throw off the white covers on my bed and proceed to the bathroom. I analyze myself in the mirror. Still pale white. Still have dull, lifeless hair. Still scrawny. I sigh. That's what people always told me growing up. I was never going to be pretty but frankly I don't care. They don 't like me for me then they can go fall in a hole.
I brush my raven colored hair and begin to dress. I put on my favorite outfit, a black skirt with green crosshatching, purple leggings, and a black tank top. I add a few accessories and I'm ready to go.
I grab the few things I have in my suite and take the elevator down to the lobby. As the doors to the elevator opens I see my parents and walk over to them.
"Oh Samantha, dear, are you ready to go?" Without waiting for my response dad continues. "Come on let's get into the Hummer." Yeah we have a Hummer. A gas guzzling, polluting Hummer.
We all climb in to the Hummer and Mom turns around and smiles at me. I immediately start to prepare my self for her rant on how wonderful life is going to be in Amity Park"Oh Sammy! I just know you'll love it there. The school has a great cheer leading team. I was thinking you could try out this year. Wouldn't that be nice?" This is going to be a long drive. It always a long drive with them.
A/N: So it's the end of my first chapter. YAY! I hope you like it and I will try to update as soon as possible. :) Please Favorite, follow and/or review. :)