Not So Bad

by Breaking Those Promises

Max moves to Florida, thinking it would be awful. But as she meets new people, she realizes its not so bad. Summary sucks, first chapter short, T because It'll be T soon. Fax later on..

"Max… Max. Max! MAX!" a voice screams. I jolt awake, groaning in pain as my neck protested to the sudden movement. Yawning, I look at my sweet (Read: devil of a) sister who had just very nicely screamed at me. "No need to do that, Ells," I replied. Ella rolled her eyes. "Whatever. We're here, anyway. "

I looked out of the window, and sure enough, we were pulling up into our new house. I grumbled angrily. I didn't want to move from California to Florida. It was half-way across the country, and it was my senior year. "Max, quit your grumbling. I know you miss everything, but you just might like it here," my mom sighs.

I ignore her, and kick open the door of the car. "O…M…G," Ella squeals. "This is amazing!" I roll my eyes. "Yeah sure. I bet you that there will be dolphins in our bathtubs."

Ella hits me, and heads toward the front door. She pulls out the key that Mom gave her and unlocks the door. I scream inside. " Just open the door when I'm 85, won't you? It's just a house in freakin' Florida!" She gives me a glare, which I return. She twists the handle, and our house is revealed. I had to gasp. I hadn't imagined it to be like this. Florida might not be so bad after all.