MY STORY

Highlanderfanatic

Disclaimer: Okay, I own nothing…except Abby.

On to the story!

"We're getting close," I snapped awake at my Mom's happy words. I quickly sat up and found myself staring at the ocean. I loved the ocean. So full of history, and life.

"What's that smell?" The question came from my younger brother, sitting in the seat next to me. He sniffed the air and made a face. The smell was rather disgusting, I thought as I followed my brother's example, smelling the air.

My Mom inhaled deeply with a huge smile on her face, her hands gripping the wheel tighter. "Ocean air!"

I frowned. I don't remember the air smelling like this at the ocean! My younger brother, Sam, looked to me for an explanation. I simply shrugged my shoulders, not knowing what to say.

"Smells like something died," He said before slumping in his seat slightly.

I smirked, and tapped my older brother, Michael, (who sat in front of me) on the shoulder. "Hey, Mike? You did take a bath this morning right? Caus, you and I both know what happens when you skip a day." I dodged his smack that would have landed on my arm, and laughed.

"Ha ha, very funny Abby." He grumbled before turning back around and sitting back down.

I sat back in my seat as well and pet Sam's dog, Nanook. Nanook was a beautiful husky with bright blue eyes. He was adorable, but had the worst breath.

"Now, guys, I know it hasn't been easy…the divorce and now the move…but I think you're really going to like living in Santa Carla." My mom said, smiling back at me in the rearview mirror. Mike, Sam, and I shared a look of disbelief but said nothing. There was a uncomfortable silence for a few minutes, before my Mom reached towards the radio.

"How bout some music?" She asked us, and I felt guilty for a moment. I was upset about the whole situation, but Mom was just trying to do what's best for us. I smiled slightly and nodded.

She lands on a Country/Western station and we all grimace. "Keep going," Sam advises.

She changes the station and we find ourselves listening to…easy Listening. "Keep going," Michael mumbles.

Once again, she changes the station and lands on Donovan singing "Mellow Yellow". "Keep going," we all say. I laugh, and look out the window, relaxed. I love my family, and though I'm still upset about leaving my friends and our home behind, I think this move might actually do us some good. Mom and Dad's divorce was rough on all of us, and our family was shaken after it but I know that we can overcome it. We just need to put it behind us, and start a new life. I just hope Santa Carla will be a good place to do so.

Mom has changed the station again, and I sigh happily. Sam starts bobbing his head to the beat. Rock music is one thing that Sam, Mike, and I will always agree on. Come to think of it…it's basically the only thing we ever agree on.

Sam is the youngest of us three. He's basically a geek, in my opinion. He is absolutely obsessed with comic books, and Nanook is his best friend. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with having a dog as your best friend…as long as you have other human friends. But, what he lacks in social skills, he makes up for in kindness. Sammy's a sweet boy really…though he's got one heck of a mouth. Soon, he'll be a heartbreaker though, with his soft brown eyes and wavy light brown hair.

Then there's me, the middle child. There's not much to say about me. I have auburn, curly hair and green eyes. I'm basically an adrenaline junkie. I've played tons of different sports like soccer, basketball, volleyball, tennis, softball, and swimming. I'm not a total genius or anything (caus that's Sam's department) but I get pretty good grades. I've got pretty damn good social skills, but those sometimes get me in trouble.

Last, but not least, there's Michael. If I had to describe Michael in one word it would be 'rebel'. He is in love with his motorcycle, and won't let anyone else ride it. He is a bit of a ladies man, and doesn't really think of school as his #1 priority. I think you get the idea. Now, unlike Sam, he is a heartbreaker with his dark brown eyes andcurly dark brown hair.

I snap out of my daze as we pass a sign on the side of the road. Welcome to Santa Carla the sign read. I sighed and watched it as we drove past. I did a double take as I read the back of it. Written in graffiti were the words, "murder capitol of the world".

'Murder capitol of the world? Great! We've moved from frickin Pleasantville to the town from hell.'

I sat up in my seat to get a better view of my new town, as we passed a boardwalk, a pier, and loads of shops. This might not be as bad as I thought. I might actually have fun here.

A few minutes later, we stopped at a gas station. Sam hopped out with Nanook on his leash while Mom filled the car with gas. Michael got out as well, stretched, and yawned before leaning on the door.

"Sure looks like an interesting place. At least things won't be boring, right?" I say, and Michael smiles, nodding his agreement.

A second later, Sam returned with Nanook. "Mom, there's an amusement park right on the beach!" I smirk, and lean out the window. My Mom corrects him.

"That's a boardwalk, Sam." She says while placing the pump back where it belongs.

Sam nods, and asks, "Can we go now, huh?" I laugh at his eagerness, when only an hour ago, he was wailing about how much he'd hate Santa Carla.

Mom shakes her head. "Maybe later. Grandpa's expecting us." I chuckle quietly as I see Sam's disappointment.

"Tell ya what bro, I'll go with you later tonight okay?" I ask him, sticking out my hand.

"Alright!" He cries, slapping my hand. I smirk, and lower myself back into my seat as Sam runs around the car and gets in. Making sure Nanook is comfortable, I hear Mike tell Mom he needed to stretch his legs, and he'd ride behind us on his bike. Figures.

I hope you guys like it so far. This is basically my first fanfic, and I'm kinda nervous about it. Please review? Please?