I had just finished folding the last T-shirt and carefully placing it in the KEEP box. This was the usual routine: pack, unpack, and repack. But Mom and Dad promised me it would be different this time. This new place in Hollywood I had heard so much about was going to be our home until after Trina and I are long gone. My name is Tori Vega and I'm sixteen and here's my story…I guess.
"Tori?" called my mom from outside my door, my old door.
"Yeah?"
"You almost finished packing?"
"Yeah," I replied. "Here's the last box," I said holding it out to her.
"Alright, well everyone's out in the car. Why don't you go ahead downstairs and I'll meet you in a sec?"
"Okay."
I walked down the stairs at a slower pace than necessary. I was savoring every last minute of this old life, trying to make room for my new one. I hadn't realized I had stopped in the middle of the stairs until Mom came up behind me.
"Sweetheart, are you OK?"
"Yeah…sorry Mom. I just…I'm gonna' miss this place."
"I know, but trust me you'll like this new school."
Ah, the new school. The performing arts school that my parents practically forced me into. I mean, sure, I love singing, but I'm almost positive that the other 99% of the student body has something they love too. Maybe more than I love singing itself. Either way, I was going whether I liked it or not.
I got in the car and immediately tried to go to sleep. I wanted to drown out all of the conversations about the new house, and how awesome it will be, and how many friends Trina thinks she'll have.
"Do you think they have limos instead of you know school buses?"
"Trina, I love you, but you're an idiot. It's just a high school."
Just then Mom wheeled the car a sharp left and took us down a road that brought us in front of a very colorful building with the initials HA just about everywhere.
"Mom?"
"I thought you guys might want an early tour."
"Well you obviously thought wrong. You do know that there is actual school going on today , right? We can't just interrupt their classes so we can walk through the school like a big group of tourists."
"What if I told you it's not just a tour?"
"What do you mean?"
"Ah Mr. and Mrs. Vega," said an unfamiliar man that had just appeared next to all of us. "My name is Lane. I'm the counselor here for the students. And you two must be Tori and Trina, right?" he asked turning on me and Trina.
"Hi!" Trina just nearly yelled, "I'm Trina, and I just want you to know that if you ever need someone for any performances whatsoever I could do it! Acting, singing, you name it! I can do it! Just throwing that out there."
"And I'm Tori and I didn't realize we had to prepare a speech," I said sarcastically which made Lane laugh.
"Well we're very excited to have you both. And I'm very glad that you could start on such short notice."
'What if I told you it's not just a tour?', 'start on such short notice;' it was all running through my head and fitting into place. Mom was making us enroll three days early.
"Mom!"
She just smiled and nodded encouragingly as Lane leaded me and Trina into the school building. I started to protest and was just about on the verge of kicking and screaming when, just when we entered the doorway, I ran into someone's chest. I stumbled and fell right into the chest owners arms. When I looked up, I realized I was staring at a really hot guy….who was staring right back at me. I then remembered I was still standing in his arms.
Alright guys! Well that was my first chapter and I really want to do more. So please, please, please review and tell me what you think!