Hey there, readers. How are we doing? For those of you that are reading my other stories, I might put an end to some of my stories and make a sequel. Anyways, here's the story! Well, chapter 1, actually. Just a little note that this will be my last time updating, because I'll have a short period of a writers' block. Just for 2 weeks, don't worry. Because of spring break, and my family is going to Las Vegas. I might update later on today as well, but that depends because I might be too lazy :). Anyways, ENJOY!
Chapter 1 Ally's Move
Ally's POV
I. AM. SO. NERVOUS! I can predict that you're wondering, 'Why is Ally, the brave, beautiful, awesome girl nervous?' Well, it's because I'm moving! From California to Miami. I'm supposed to be moving because of my mom's (Penny's) job. She is doing research on Miami, so my dad (Lester) and I am moving. Right now, I am slamming my hands on my alarm clock, beeping for me to get up, dress, eat, brush my teeth, and catch my 9:30 flight to Miami. I glanced at my clock to see it is now 8:01. I sighed, got up and stretched.
"You're getting up, sweetheart?" A voice asked at my doorway. Dad. I smiled at him.
"Yeah. How's mom?" I asked, grabbing some clothes out of my drawer and placing them on my bed.
"She fine, I Facetimed (1) her and she seemed super energetic, so I'll take that as a 'She's fine,' like I said earlier. So... Are you all ready and set?" Lester asked.
"Yeah, just need to eat, brush my teeth and go. I am really fast, so it'll probably all end up being 30 minutes. Now, if you excuse me, I need to change." I said, then closed my door. I tried matching my shirts, skirts, leggings and stuff together, but that took a looooooonnng time. It used to be just 8:05, but now it is 8:15. I gasped when I saw my clock, then I raced down the stairs, wearing my super black tank top, jeaned coat, navy blue leggings, and pink high tops. I did my make up in less than a second and curled my hair. I grabbed my luggage and placed a doughnut in my mouth. Lester beeped his car. I panicked and ran out of my house, locking the door and sitting in dad's car.
"Very fast. And, Allyson, your breath really stinks." Lester started driving when I realized I forgot to brush my teeth. Meh. Doesn't smell bad to me.
"At least I got in the car before 8:20." It was mathematically true, because the clock in the car just turned into 8:20.
We arrived at the airport 20 minutes early and sat down to arch our breath.
"C'mon, let's put our luggage in the luggage department. I'll go. You stay here." I offered.
I carried my dad and my luggage into the luggage department area. To my surprise, the flight attendant who took my bags was... KIRA!
"Kira?" I gasped. Kira looked up to me. She gasped.
"ALLY? Is that you?" Kira was in my second grade music class. She is so gorgeous. I still envy her. I started chatting with her when she looked at her watch and yelled,
"Ally! Is your flight 9:30? It's 9:20! Go! Go! GO!" I quickly threw my luggage toward her and ran to my dad, who was holding my passport and in line.
"What took you so long?" He asked.
"Sorry, I saw Kira there." I said.