Hello! Ok, so I just wanted to warn you that the characters are slightly OOC. This story is a little different from my others, if any of you have read them. I wanted to try something different. Anyway, this chapter is short because I want to know what you think of it, and if you are interested in me writing more. I promise that there will deffinately be Eli and Clare. Eli should be in the next chapter. Please let me know what you think, and let me know if you are interested in me continuing this story. I hope you are, because I have a few ideas to where this story is headed and Im pretty pshyched to write it. Thank you! And please dont forget to review! That little review button down there, would love to have your hands all over it! :p
Clare's POV
I sighed, as I leaned my head against the car window resting it on my hand for some sort of cushion. We were moving. My mom, my dad, my golden retriever Max, and I, all packed tightly together in my parents silver, four door Sedan. I looked around the car, seeing all of my things, and my parents things, wrapped up safely in boxes. I didn't want to leave. I grew up here in Florida. My friends were all here. I grew up living in one home, I've never moved in my entire life. So why do I want to do it now? Especially when after this summer, I'll be going into eleventh grade. Why cant we just stay so I can graduate with all of my friends in a year or so? According to my parents, we're moving because they want some sort of change. They dont want to live in the same place for the rest of their lives, and they thought it would be "nice" if we saw other parts of the world. Yeah, well I didn't think that included moving to a different country! Now I have to go live in Canada somewhere. I think they mentioned something about Toronto. Ugh. I'll miss the warm weather, the beaches, all the cool little vintage shops I used to go to with my friends. I would escpecailly miss my best friend Sarah. I met her at the beginning of ninth grade, and we really just seemed to hit it off. We've been really close ever since.
As I was looking at all of the boxes, I noticed a box that was labeled "Clare's Memories". I slowly peeled the tape off of the top and unfolded the four flaps. As I looked in, I saw a familiar frame that read; "Best Friends" in purple lettering. The frame was decorated with pink and purple butterflies. I had kept it on the nightstand beside my bed for the past year or so. It held a picture of Sarah and I. One that my friend Matt had taken on day a the beach. Matt, another reason I'm upset over moving. I really like Matt, and he really seemed to like me too. We had been becoming closer in the last few months, and we flirted non stop. We even texted everyday. I was so sure that we were headed in the direction of becoming something more really soon. Sarah even know how much I like Matt. Sometimes I would even actually drive her crazy, talking about him so much. But, what ever chance I had with Matt, is now over. Thanks to my parents deciding to move at the last minute, and basically ruining my social life. Oh, well, I guess I'll get over it eventually. I just have to get used to it. I love my parents, and I suppose I'm glad that they are going to be happy. Even if it means that I have to start all over and make new friends, but I suppose I made friends once, so I can do it again.
I wiped away a small tear, and quickly pet Max, who was sticking his head out of the car window, and went back to leaning on mine. It was starting to rain, and we still have a few days until we get to Canada. Unfortunatley, we are driving the whole way, but on the plus side I guess it will give me some time to catch up on my sleep.