A/N; so this is my first story EVER. so try not to be to harsh in your judgement. But when you DO review which i know you want to, haha, be brutally honest k? i wanna know how i can improve. or even if you think its good the way it is, review and tell me, cuz sometimes someone needs to hear that :) but anyways. im open to suggestions and ideas so enjoy the reading, guys and gals :D :D :D


They say life isn't always what you expect. i say, screw the expected. Who cares what happens next. Live life for what it is. Live it in the moment. Live it for today. Live it for yourself....

Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Have you ever wondered what life is really about? Do you really know why you were put on this planet? What your purpose in this life is? well, i have, and i sure as hell don't have an answer. Hah. All i know is that I'm here, and I'm gonna accomplish all i can with the time i've been given. My birth name is Gabriella Maria Montez. Now, I personally hate the name. Many say it's beautiful when they hear it. I, on the other hand, despise it for all it's worth. You could ask why, and I may or may not give you an answer. I prefer to be called Brie. Yea yea, its a nickname for Gabriella but nobody needs to know me by a full name basis....

oh, good. we've arrived i thought grudgingly and sarcastically. There it was. Just sitting there mocking me. The stark white panels taunting me from the measly 10 yards where i stood gazing at the new prison I would call home.

"So how do you like the new house, sweetie?"

"It's great mom," I reluctantly replied.

Of course i wasn't gonna tell her how much the building made my stomach churn. The painted brick skirt surrounding the pale siding covering the hell hole made my blood boil. The inside was no less a disappointment. White walls, white laminate counters, white appliances, the list goes on and on. i felt like a prisoner in a psych ward. the only difference between a mental hospital and this place was that the bars on the windows were missing, and luckily there was only three locks throughout the house. Two on the front, one on the back .

Interrupting my thoughts, my mother commented that she thought my room could be the one upstairs and all the way down the hallway to the left. It was the room on the end. Luckily, it connected to the bathroom that was through the door on the right, next to my bedroom door. So it was accessible from my bedroom or you could just go into the room right before my bedroom and on the right.

As i walked through the bedroom door, the first thing i noticed was white. Everything was white. No surprise there, though. but i could see what this room would turn into. I knew once i walked in, what i needed to do to make it the way i wanted. You could say I'm an artist. In a non- official way. I adore art, any type, and i could not survive without my music. Whether it be encased by a CD, tape, or it be my iPod, I know i cannot live without music. I listen to pretty much everything, but i prefer more indie/rock/punkish sounds. Zeppelin, Paramore, Flyleaf, Pinback, The Pierces, Secondhand Serenade, and i really enjoy a good Tracy Chapman track.

So, back to my room. The walls were white, of course, but not for long. I'd splatter them with my favorite colors. Shades of purple, red, turquoise, yellow, and a little green. It would be so fun. There was a desk on the easternmost wall. It was in a little crevice carved into the room. It was neat, i liked it. I'd definitely keep that desk. It was a darkly stained mahogany workers desk, but it had this weathered look about it that reminded me of myself.

On the northern wall slightly left of when you walk in the door was my bed. White, of course. But not for long i sang quietly in my head. On the far western wall, there was a dresser matching the desk across from it. This wasn't just any dresser though. it was more of a wardrobe. There were about 5 drawers on the left side of this stunning piece of furniture. And on the right side, i opened it up to view 3 shelves where more clothes would fit. Immediately to the left of the wardrobe was the closet. i swear this closet made me fall in love with this room. The view from outside may have made the house seem dull, and in no way am i starting to like this situation, but i couldn't deny that the house had some major qualities that i definitely could enjoy.

As i opened that closet, i let out an inaudible gasp. It was amazing. there was so much room! i could for sure fill this up to the mother lode. i loved shopping, one thing that was good about moving here. It was a walk- in closet and in the center there was a mannequin. Whoever lived here before us must have been really into fashion. Weird. I stepped out of the monstrous clothing cavity and into my "new room."

poof. Well, at least the bed doesn't squeak.

"Honey! Come down and help me unpack!" Mom shouted from just outside the door.

"Coming!" i shouted back.

"Welcome to Albuquerque" i silently whispered to myself.