I can't believe this! Why the hell Minnesota!? I thought to myself, sitting on the front porch. It was the middle of summer, and my mother had forced me to move all the way from New York City, the greatest city ever, to some town in Minnesota. She recently got remarried, and forced me to move. All within 2 weeks. She got married, came back from the honeymoon, and then announced the move. They've been planning this since the engagement! And no one ever told me, until a week ago. Within a few days, I had to say good-bye to all of my friends, pack up my stuff, and fly to freaking Minnesota, and leave my life behind. It sucked.
My mom came out of the porch. She looked at me and smiled.
"August, what are you doing?" She said in a sweet voice. I glared at her.
"Nothing. Thinking about New York." I muttered. She sighed and sat down next to me. She had her dark brown hair pulled into a bun on the back of her head, looking at me with worried ocean blue eyes. I had the same hair and eyes at her, but my personality was just like my dad's. He was a major business man in New York, and he worked almost non-stop. He was always on his phone, and really into his work. He always made sure he wasn't working on Sundays, though. He cared about us, but he and my mom fought a lot. They eventually got divorced, and mom married Chris. He was a teacher, and spent a lot of time at home. I was fine with him while they were dating, he made her happy. And I loved seeing her happy, but it's not the same when she has to put me at misery so she can be.
"Sweetheart, I know you're upset about the move… But I promise that soon you'll actually like it here." She said. I got up.
"You promised that we would stay in New York. You promised that Chris wasn't anything serious. You promised that my life wouldn't change. You promised you and dad would stay together." I said and started walking down the driveway.
"Where are you going?" She called after me.
"I'm going for a walk." I said without turning around. Okay, maybe it was a little mean, but it's all true. I just want to be alone. I took walks whenever my parents were fighting in New York, and it usually made me at piece. There were so many distractions then. This neighborhood was so quiet. I hated it. I have to much possibility to think… Ughh…
"Heads up!" Someone shouted ahead of me. I picked up my head, and something wacked me in the eye, with enough force to knock me down on my back. My hand went to cover my eye, which hurt a lot.
"Oh my God! Are you alright?" I heard someone ask. I opened my other eye to see a blonde kid with bright green eyes, staring at me with worry. I gave a slight nod, and he took my hand and removed it from above my eye. He looked at it a little bit, then turned around. "Yo Logan! C'mere!" A kid with short brownish black hair jogged over. He looked at my eye.
"Wow! What did you hit her with, a wrench?" The blonde kid stared at the boy, who I assumed was Logan, with a glare.
"No! Carlos' hit was a little too hard. Didn't you see it shoot right over James' head?" Logan sighed and bent down to look at my eye.
"Anyway… you need to put some ice on this. Fast." He stood up. "I'll go get your mom." He ran to a house. The blonde kid looked at me.
"Here, try sitting up." He put his hand behind my shoulder and helped me sit up. I reached up to touch my eye, and winced. "I wouldn't do that. It's starting to look bad." A little latino and a tall brunette came up. I now realized that they were all in hockey jerseys. The blonde turned to the latino.
"Carlos, you gotta work on aim." He chuckled. The latino smiled at me.
"I'm really sorry!" He said, looking worried.
"It's fine. I'll be okay." I sighed. Well, this was perfect way to end today. I saw Logan coming out of the house with a woman behind him. They eventually got there, and the woman looked at me, and bent down to look at my eye.
"Here you go sweetie. Just hold this there." She put a bag of corn wrapped in a towel on my eye. She helped me up and walked me to the porch, and sat me down on the step. "Are you alright?" I nodded.
"Yes I am, thanks." She smiled at me, and then turned to the four boys ahead of me, all staring at me. They all turned nervous eyes to the woman.
"Okay, what happened?" The blonde sighed.
"We were practicing hockey in the street…"
"And Carlos made a shot a little high…" The brunette continued.
"It shot over James in the net…" Logan continued.
"And hit her in the face." The latino finished. The woman sighed.
"You boys need to be more careful! You're lucky it's just a black eye and nothing worse. I was you all to apologize to this girl." She pointed at me. The boys all looked at me.
"Sorry…" They all muttered. She smiled.
"Good. Now, who wants lemonade?" They all nodded, and she turned to me. "Would you like some dear?"
"Um… Sure." I smiled. If I could avoid going home to mom and Chris, I'd do it. She went and walked inside.
"So, do you live here?" The brunette asked me.
"What?" I said.
"He means in the neighborhood." The blonde smiled at me. I sighed.
"No." I immediately said. Then sighed. "I mean, I just moved here." I said. They nodded.
"Well, consider this a welcome to the neighborhood." The latino smiled at me. "I'm Carlos. Sorry again about your eye." I smiled at him.
"Thanks. I think…" He smiled.
"I'm James." The brunette smiled at me. I smiled back.
"Logan." The dark haired boy smiled.
"And I would be Kendall." The blonde smiled at me. I nodded at all of them.
"August." Carlos looked at me.
"Why is she saying the month we're in?" James shrugged. I smirked at them.
"That's my name. August Martin." I laughed. They all nodded and went ohhhh…
"We totally knew that." Logan said. I nodded.
"Right." The woman, who I assumed to be Kendall's mom, came out with a tray with five glasses of lemonade on it.
"Here you go kids." She set the tray down, and we all said our thanks. She went back inside, and I saw a girl with long brown hair sipping some lemonade in the kitchen. I took the ice pack off my eye and the guys all jumped back about a foot.
"What?" I asked and looked around.
"Your eyes really… bad." James said. I rolled my eyes.
"I just wanna remind you that this is your fault." I smirked.
"Actually that's not true." Logan said. I raised an eyebrow at him and he smirked. "It's Carlos' fault." Carlos looked hurt, but laughed anyway.
"So, August, where did you move from?" Kendall looked at me.
"NYC." I muttered.
"Did you not like it there?" Carlos asked.
"No I loved it there. My mom made me move here." They all nodded.
"So, how old are you?" Logan asked.
"15. I'm going to be 16 in September." They smiled.
"Sweet! So you should be in the same grade as us!" James said and smiled.
"Oh goodie. So you're saying I'll be hospitalized within four months?" I chuckled.
"Only if you have a class with Carlos." Kendall smiled at me. Carlos stuck his tongue out at Kendall, which made him laugh. "You know it's true!"
"Probably." Carlos finally admitted. I smiled and stood up.
"I should probably get home. I'm gonna have to explain this…" I said, pointing at my eye. The guys nodded and said their goodbyes, and once again apologized for it. I was walking down the street when I heard someone behind me.
"Wait! August!" I turned around to see Kendall running up behind me.
"Yes?" He eventually caught up to me.
"Listen, um…" He said nervously. I put my hand on his shoulder.
"Dude, if you're gonna apologize for the eye again, don't." I smiled, and he shook his head.
"No um… Look, you're not… Are you… Just um…" He looked at me, and I gave him a look. "Never mind. See ya around." He waved and darted back to his friends, who asked him something. He shook his head, and they all chuckled and shook their heads. James noticed me still watching, and waved at me. I waved back, and so did Logan and Carlos. Kendall turned around, and his face was bright red. Not gonna lie, he is kinda cute… No, okay, no one in Minnesota will become important to me. I turned and started walking back home. I walked through the door and my mom, smiled at me, then looked worried.
"Oh my God! What happened?" She asked, getting up and looked at my eye.
"I got hit in the face. Some guys playing hockey in the street." I shrugged. "It's no big deal."
"It is a big deal! You have to put some ice on that!"
"Mom I already did." She gave me a confused look.
"It's August, where did you find ice?" She crossed her arms.
"The kid who hit me's friends mom got me some." She raised an eyebrow.
"Did you talk to these kids?"
"A little bit."
"Make some new friends maybe?" She smirked.
"No." I went upstairs to my room. You know, if we had stayed in NYC, this wouldn't have happened!
