Sorry about cancelling the other story. This one was distracting me. The chapters will be long because my head is crammed with ideas. Enjoy! R&R!!!!

I looked out my window, enjoying my very last day in Arizona.

We were moving to a totally different place.

California.

Guaranteed to be filled with stuck up snobs who are so worried about their weight and how they look.

Oh, joy.

I looked at my guitar in my hands. My father, Peter Macraw, had given it to me just before he died. It was a horrible accident really. He had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was too late for him to fight the gang members off of him, so he was brutally murdered.

You see, my father was a wealthy man, from being a medical doctor and all, he had lots of money. Well, he was very high up in social statuses, so when this gang found him, they had heard just enough about him to know he was loaded.

They'd demanded money, and when he didn't give it to them, they stabbed him to death.

Therefore, here we were, moving away from this place just because of what happened to my father.

I strummed the strings gently, wishing he'd still be here. My gentle strumming became a song, just the acoustic guitar and me, humming to myself, staring out at the moonlight.

We were leaving tomorrow, everything packed, all good-byes said.

Truth be told, I was going to miss it here.

Everything.

My friends, family, and even my teachers.

It slips my mind why we're moving to California, the most horrible place imaginable for a girl like me.

I bet I wouldn't make any friends with the people there, I just wouldn't fit in.

I was the tomboy type, totally not in to dresses, pop music, and all that jazz. However, my sister, Ella, definitely was. She loved everything girly, which made up her bubbly personality, one of many things everyone loves about her.

She's beautiful, smart, and straight out the best sister in the world.

We told each other everything, from secrets to crushes.

However, I was never one to talk about crushes. I only had one boyfriend. His name was Sam. My first kiss, my first love and my everything.

That is until I saw him sucking face with the slut of the year. Brigid Dwyer, my now number one enemy, aside from my history teacher, Mrs. Rice. Horrible woman there if you ask me.

Just thinking about them, everyone, my friends, my enemies, my problems and happiness here, made me cry. I sobbed silently as I finally got the fact that I was leaving and never coming back.

"Max wake up! We're leaving!" Ella screamed, right in my ear, I jumped and fell of my windowsill, almost crushing my guitar, but luckily catching myself before I could, holding myself barely and inch above it.

I looked up and saw my sister, already ready to go, her face perky and her spirit glowing.

She was dressed like usual, but something different showing.

She'd put on a pair of bright pink ripped jeans, an aqua shirt that said, I'm too hot for you, a white wristband, and her hair in a pony tail, a black and white striped plastic headband holding her bangs back.

It was somehow different.

"Let's go! Mom's already making breakfast now lift your arse up and get ready!" She yelled tugging on my arm.

"Alright, Alright! I'm going!"

I motioned her out of my room so I could get dressed, she sent me a look that clearly said "if you go back to sleep, your butt is dead" I snickered, but closed my door after her, making sure to hit her in the butt with it.

I slumped over to my closet, totally not ready to leave yet.

It was Friday, and considering the fact I was leaving, I got to miss school.

It was only October, just the beginning of my sophomore year. Hate to admit it but, I was a little scared about going to a new school. Meeting new people and trying to fit it. Emphasis on trying.

I picked out one of my favorite outfits. It was my black skinny jeans that had paint splatter all over them, my navy blue baggy shirt that used to be my dad's favorite game day shirt and my converse.

I tied the shirt in the black with my pony tail so it wasn't in my way too much. I went over to my vanity, pulling my hair into a messy bun, considered it for a moment, then decided that I didn't care. I grabbed my favorite ring from my jewelry box, which contained very little, and slipped it on my finger. It was a single blue diamond, surrounded by several tiny red and dark blue diamonds in a pattern around it.

I've worn it everyday since I'd gotten it from my mom when I was 10. It still fit too.

I skipped the stairs and slid down the railing toward the kitchen, smelling delicious pancakes, eggs, bacon and toast wafting from it.

I smiled as I stepped in and gave my mom a kiss on the cheek.

"Smells good, mom," I said, taking a seat next to Ella at the table.

"Thanks, sweetie," She said, placing a scoopful of eggs onto my plate, then setting the bacon and toast and a huge, and when I say huge, I mean huge, stack of pancakes onto the table, signaling it was a free-for-all and we could grab whatever we wanted.

My mother sat down beside me, her pleasant face smiling as she watched the two of us dig in to whatever food we could get our hands onto.

My mom was a nice woman. A vet actually. Which is ironic because Peter was a doctor.

We do have a dog actually, her name was Magnolia.

She was a short stubby thing, but most adorable in every way.

I haven't seen her since yesterday after dinner, which made me wonder where she'd gone.

"Max, honey. I know you're upset about this but-"

"Mom I'm not that upset, I'm just going to miss this place that's all" I said cutting her off.

I looked up at her, stuffing a forkful of syrup drowned pancakes into my mouth. She nodded and barely gave a smile before frowning down at her plate. "Hey, what kind of people do you think we'd meet there?" Ella piped up excitedly. I smiled at her.

"I don't know, hopefully not some rich snobs," Ella frowned at that, probably thinking I was making fun of her because well, we were rich, since we'd inherited over a million dollars Peter had saved in a bank account for us in case something happened.

Ella went back to eating, seeming to be deep in thought. I felt bad for what I said but decided to shake it off. I hadn't wanted to put anyone in a bad mood before we left, but my sour mood seemed to do exactly that.