Chapter One!
"MOM. For the last time, I don't want to move to Palace Stone!" I, Jennifer Sandler, was angry. My mom was making me, my brother, and my sister move from our home in California to some little hick town in Oregon to live with my father, who I haven't seen since I was 3. I don't even remember what he looks like. All I have left of him is a picture that I secretly have folded up in the very bottom of my jewelry box.
He has me on his shoulders, my baby sister, Kendra, in his right arm, and my brother Thomas is looking up at him with an expression of awe on his face. The great thing is, we are all smiling. This picture was taken on the day before my mom and dad announced to us that they were getting a divorce. The last happy time before my life went to pieces. All of a sudden, my dad just wasn't around anymore. My mom tried to make up for it by buying us a bunch of useless crap and taking us out for ice cream all the time. None of it could replace my daddy, though. Anyway, back to my argument.
"MOM. For the last time, I don't want to move to Palace Stone!"
"Jennifer Ann Sandler. You are moving there whether you like it or not. And it's called Castle Rock, not Palace Stone. Now go finish packing up your things, because we are leaving in 45 minutes." As she walked away, I flipped her off. My older brother Tommy saw this, and scolded me. I love Tommy and Kendra, my baby sister, more than anything in the world. Sometimes it sucked being the middle child, but I loved having an older brother to look out for me, and having a younger sister to protect.
"Jennifer Ann! Don't do those kinds of things! Ladies don't act like that, especially towards their mothers." While he was "scolding" me, he had a huge smile on his face, for he was the one who told me what the middle finger meant in the first place. Oh, Tommy. How you make me laugh. I knew he was only reprimanding me for my mother's sake, but I went along with it anyway.
"Fine, Thomas James. I'll try and control my hand spasms from now on." I winked as I retreated to my room to finish packing. I emptied my dresser drawers, and looked in the mirror. I hated the way I looked. Thick, curly, frizzy brown hair hung around my face, while the reflection of my hazel eyes stared back at me. I didn't mind my eyes, because they changed color when I got emotional. They turned dark brown when I was sad, light green when I was happy, and almost black when I was angry.
My ex-boyfriend, Justin, told me he was scared of me when my eyes turned black, which caused me to dump him, 'cause I don't wanna date some pussy, do I? No. I don't. My number one stipulation for guys is that they are tough. I thought that since Justin was on the wrestling team at school, he would be a tough guy that could take care of me. Guess I was wrong. So that was the end of poor, wimpy Justin Bell. 30 minutes later, I was leaving my home for my dad's house in.. what was it? Palace Stone? Yeah, that sounds right..