Life was always good for little ol' Ally Dawson.
100% of the time.
No question about that.
She had a dad who loved and supported her, a mom who was pretty far away but loved her nonetheless, and an annoying yet awesome little brother.
She had a roof over her head, food on her plate, and clothes to wear.
Based on that, of course she thought her life was pretty amazing.
Well, that was before she found out they were moving from their cozy little cabin in Minnesota, all the way to Miami, Florida.
Somewhere she'd never been in her life, and never planned to. Until that one night her dad called her and her brother downstairs for a little 'chat'.
Essentially she knew something was wrong, but she didn't think it was that big, so she just casually sat there, waiting for what her dad had to say.
*flashback*
"So... what is it?" her brother asked. Probably feeling just as impatient than she was.
"We're moving."
It was that simple.
She didn't even need to continue listening to what he had to say.
Those two little words were about to change her life more than she needed.
99%.
Her life was good 99% of the time.