Chapter 1: The begging of the end.

Hey! My name is Sierra, Sierra Martin. I have aqua blue eyes and silk black hair. I am pretty slim and slender and I look weirder than other kids. My skin is very very pale. Some people say I could model but I for one think they're just sucking up. I have two best friends Jessie who had beautiful whitish blonde hair and who always wore pink and is very positive. My other friend is the total opposite. He's handsome and his name is Damien. It means the devil. He's pretty psycho but in a cool way.

He listens to death metal and is in a rock band that I see him in every Saturday. (They're great) He has black hair just like me and black eyes. He's into blood and gore just like every other guy.

I for one am nothing like my friends.

Although Damien and I are teased often if we were soul mates but we are nothing alike and we are the craziest and weirdest combo of friends you could ever dream of. When I grow up all I could ever think of were instruments. I have been trying to get a job as tutoring future guitarists or pianists. My friends have always pushed me to do that except my style is so different. I clash my clothes until I look ridiculous, my hair is in my face and I have split ends, and I listen to music like Damien but I am a vegetarian and I am a total pacifist like Jessie. Jessie and I pretty much hang out like we're sisters. We practically can't breathe without each other. She's over almost like every night, but on the other hand Damien and I have been friends for ever. (Ever in the sense of our mothers being pregnant together)

Yea I know, that long. See you can't miss parentheses! They're very important kiddies! At last the last day of school finally finished! It was a beautiful day and I knew I was almost home. Damien and I always walked home together. It's nice to have a neighbor as good as him. He's a great listener to everything I say.

"Bye Damien!" I said with my eyes closed. I opened my eyes and I saw a sign. I couldn't really read it clearly. I came closer and noticed a "for sale" sign on the grass. I ran inside and my mom was shaking hands with a realtor. "Mom are what is this all about!" I said screaming. "Excuse me can I have a word with my daughter?" she said rationally. "Why didn't you even talk to me mom?" I said with tears slowly running down. My voice was cracking through the argument. I can't believe my mom didn't even ask me. "Yes honey. We're moving."