Chapter 1

Max POV

I can't believe we were moving...again! Valencia Martinez is a awesome mom and all but why does she hate me so much, to ruin my life 20 times a year. She always says, "This is the last time, I promise!" Well she keeps breaking her promises even after everything we have been through she keeps trying, I am tiered of it, can't she just give me and my sister some slack! "Max, stop fuming you ass," My sister Ella said. She was the spitting image of our mother, they both had shiny long black hair and dark brown eyes, slightly short but are both very beautiful, while I am the complete opposite. I have light brown hair with a hint of red and then many highlights of blonde. I have chocolate brown eyes and I am 5'8."

"Well sorry I had to actually leave a place where I actually had friends!" I said super upset.

"Honey calm down, I promise this is the last time we move," Mom said...like she always does! I get so pissed when ever she does this she can't just understand that, I was always the one that took this the hardest, because it is always my hardest to make friends, because I go to a therapist, people think I am insane! "you say that all the time!' I said. "This time is true!" Mom said. "How?" I said looking down at my IPod. "Because this job...is my last," Mom suddenly said looking at the road in front of her.

"What?" Ella and I asked at the same time. "Well I asked them (My job) if this could be my last transfer, and they said only if you quit in the next 3 years and so we do not have to move again," Mom took a dramatic pause, "I know life has been hard for the past few years...since the ac-" I cut her off suddenly yelling at her, "DON'T TALK ABOUT IT!"

"Max, calm down I won;t but this is a way to make it easier for you girls," Mom said looking at me in the passenger seat and at Ella through the mirror.

Ella simply answered to that with, "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you,Thank you!" While I just nodded and plugged in listening to Ed Sheeran sing about necklaces and elephants. I fell asleep and dreamed about having wings that were brown and flecked white and I was dating a tall boy with black hair and black wings. Of course that will never happen it will probably happen when we get a president with a last name like Darring... Ha like that will ever happen. When I woke up we were in Arizona, the place I lived before Ella was born and Maya and I were little.

I get out of the car and grab my shoulder bag and IPod, I shut my door and looked at the really stupid looking house, it green grass and white picket fence and three story blue house and big backyard...

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What putz picked this place!

"Max you coming" Mom asked me.

I simply nodded and walked in, it was fair size, simply a living room, small dining room, bathroom and kitchen. The kitchen had black counter tops with oak cabinets, with an island and modern appliances, the dining room had light brown walls, matching the kitchen and had a glass table and oak chairs with a chandelier and a flower center piece.

I walk into the living room that is connected to that, it had red walls and sliding doors heading out into the back yard and each room had a big window where there can be one. The living room had the basic shit, and right when I was walking up the steps Mom called to me, "It is originally a two bedroom so you have the finished attic, there should be some winding steps heading up to it and it opens right up o your room, both your rooms are unpacked and decorated, of course Ella's is pink and has it's basics but yours is a surprise," Mom explained simply.I walk up the stairs and then up another. I get greeted with blue walls splattered with black and a balcony with a canopy bed next to it, a closet stocked with my shoes and clothes, I had a desk with my laptop, a dresser an a bookshelf. I had my own bathroom. My bed had a purple bedspread and blue pillows, all and all my room was perfect.

I walked out onto my balcony and it had a tree right next to it and a garden below, I loved my room. I look to my left and see a house that looked similar to ours, a boy walked out onto his balcony and he saw me and when I saw his face I gasped, it was the boy from my dream! He waved and I waved back then walked back inside. I sat on my bed and just looked at the walls, the doorbell rang and I started my walk down the stairs, the hallway with the room s of my mother and sister were the same color as the living room.

I get to the door and answer it there standing is the boy and his family.

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