A/N Hey!! Thanks for clicking on my new story! This idea just randomly popped into my head, and I just had to get it down because I like it so much!! I will still be working on my other stories, but I am starting this one because Amanda's story is ending soon. So, I will need a new story to focus on!! So, hope you enjoy!

Moving

As I looked out the window, I could see all the buildings in Chicago getting smaller and smaller, until there were only trees flying by.

Great. Trees. That's where I am moving. Barryton, Michigan, where no one lives. Just trees. And dirt.

"Dad. Can't we move back? It's not too late. I'm sure we can buy our house back, or get a new one." I said, while still looking out the window, at the stupid trees.

"Kayla, I already told you, we are moving. That's final." Dad told me, his voice reeking finality. Maybe I can push this...he won't necessarily bring it up...

"But Dad!" I complained, just loud enough to get over Joey's snoring.

"Kayla, we can't. Not after the accident." Dad said, through gritted teeth. He brought it up. I shivered. "Exactly Kayla. This is the only way out. Plus, my job got moved here." he added. Actually there was another way out...but you don't want to take that and I'm not risking...

"You work for Comcast. You could have just quit. I mean, no one likes Comcast. We don't even have Comcast, we have Direct T.V." I told him, while watching him drive.

"Kayla! Do I really have to pull this car over?" he asked, officially pissed off. This is the part were I back down!!

"No." I said, quietly, looking out the window once more.

"What did you say?" he asked, even though he heard me clearly. Ass.

"No." I said, loudly.

"That's what I thought. Now shut up, and enjoy the rest of the ride." he ordered.

"Yes, sir." I muttered sarcastically, under my breath.

Hmm, life sucks right about now. I'm a sixteen year old girl with medium dark brown, curly hair and bright green eyes. I've got curves in all the right places, and instead of moving to a city where hot boys are, I'm moving to the sticks. All because of some stupid, horrid...

"Get a bottle for Ella, she's waking up and she will be hungry. She always is after naps." Dad ordered. Ella is my little sister, she's two and still likes drinking from the bottle, not the sippy cup. No matter how many times we try, she just doesn't like the stupid sippy cup. Anyways, she has blonde, curly hair. So, we look very different, even though we share the same mom. She doesn't have the same father as me. The man I call Dad now, is actually my step dad. And I would prefer to call him step-dick, but it's just so much more simple this way. Anyway, she's blonde like my mom was...

"Hurry up, Kayla." Dad said, impatient like always. Damn him and his short temper...

"I am, I am." I said as I grabbed Ella out of her seat and put her on my lap. Ella's baby blue eyes fluttered open, and once she saw me she smiled. "Momma." she said, "Bottle." That made me smile. She thinks I'm here mother, because our mom died a couple months ago, and now I take care of her. But in all actuallity, I'm her half sister. But still, it's cute. And as for the bottle thing, she only drinks from a bottle. She refuses to use a sippy-cup. We don't know why though.

I reached down into her baby-bag and pulled out a bottle with apple juice in it, her favorite.

"Here." I said, as I handed her it. She took a little sip and smiled at me again. "Apple. Favorite." she said. Yes, she talks like this all the time. She just likes making things simple...either that, or she doesn't know how to make sentences. Whichever, that's just the way she talks.

I laughed. "I know. That's why I gave you it. Now drink up. I have to wake up Joey." I told her. She nodded and continued drinking. I reached down to the floor and grabbed the first hard object my hands could get and threw it at my brother.

He woke up with a start. "What happened?" he asked.

"Nothing, Dweeb. I was just waking you up. We're getting deeper into the sticks and we'll be there soon since we can speed because there is no one to catch us for miles." I told him. That got me a glare from Steve and a sigh from Joey. Now unlike Ella, Joey is my full brother. So he is always looking out for me, and cares. He's trying to make this move seem 'fun' and 'a new adventure that could change our lives for the better' when in reality, he is just as ticked as me about this move. But, unlike me, he likes to just say nothing, like my mother would. I'm more like my dad, I voice my opinion.

"Kayla, think of the glass half full, not half empty. This could be a chance at a new life, a new start." Joey said. Told you.

"You're just saying that because you think there is a chance of hot girls being here." I said, while rolling my eyes.

Joey laughed. "Well, yeah. And if you think about it, there could be guys there. Guys you might find interest in." he taunted.

"Thanks, but I already have a boyfriend." I informed him.

He chuckled. "Right. Brian. Sorry, I forgot you were still dating him."

I rolled my eyes. Yeah, okay. Or you're just trying to make me forget.

"We're almost there, can the rest of the ride please be in silence? I'm getting a headache." Dad said. Steve, step-dick, dad, does it make a difference?

The rest of the ride was silent, but after twenty minutes, we arrived.

"Welcome home, kids!" Dad announced. Wrong. My home, is back in New York. This is just a house that I will be forced to live in for the next two years. Then, I'm out.

"Alright. Kayla, unpack the car. The rest of us are going to explore the town a little, go for a walk. We'll bring back some groceries." he ordered. Of course I have to stay and unpack the friggin car.

I put Ella in her stroller, and gave the stroller to Joey.

"Have fun." I said, with no enthusiasm in my voice.

He gave me a sympathetic look. "We'll come back as soon as we can, and I'll help you unpack whatever is left." he said, in a gentle voice. That would leave you nothing to unpack, but thanks for the offer.

I smiled. "Thanks. I'll see you when you get back." I said, then I went to the car and started unloading stuff, just as they left.

I hate Steve. I hate Steve. I hate Steve. I hate Steve.

I repeated that in my head until I was done unpacking the boxes, and bringing them into the house. I finished setting up my room, the kitchen, and the living room and I got extremely tired. So, I decided to take a break and sit on the front porch.

I'm so tired. It's seven thirty, where are they? Ugh, they're probably having a great time, Steve probably took them out for ice cream or something. Grr.

That is when I noticed, our neighbor. The house was pretty far away from my house, but I could still see the silloutte of a boy....or a girl with a boy haircut. He or she, whoever it was, was staring at me. Kinky!

So, I waved. I think I took that person by surprise, because whoever it was, it went inside. And until I know who that person was, I am calling he or she it.

Well it seems friendly...not.

Then I saw Joey pushing Ella, and Steve close behind them.

Joey pushed her up on the deck and I lifted her out of the stroller. She was fast asleep.

"Did you set up her room?" Joey asked.

"Damn. No, I didn't. Could you for me?" I asked.

He nodded. "Of course. I'll be back when I'm done." he told me, then he went into the house. What a good brother.

Then I noticed that it was back on their deck. But this time, it wasn't staring at me, it was staring at Steve. When Steve came near me, into a better view of the light, it hissed. Yes, you heard me right, it frigging hissed! What was worse, was Steve's reaction. He growled!

"Dad!" I exclaimed. "Stop! You're going to wake up Ella!" I told him. That stopped the growling. He may not care too much about me, but he does care about Ella.

He looked at Ella, and then went inside all in a huff. "Put the groceries away." he called. "I'm going to sleep." How predictable.

I could feel it staring at me again, but this time I decided to ignore he or she. I went inside and put Ella in her now assembled crib, and unloaded the groceries.

It watched me the whole time.

And before I went inside, to go to sleep, I smiled and said, "Thanks for getting Steve in line. Whatever you did, it scared him. I appreciate it, he deserves it." Even though I knew it couldn't hear me.

I then walked inside, and went to bed, even though it was only nine.

School starts tomorrow.

A/N Wee! That's the end of my first chapter of my newest story!! Please press the pretty little button and tell me what you think!!! And just because I'm starting this story, doesn't mean I will forget about the others. - Sam