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Rise Above All
Chapter 1
Spencer's POV
I don't want to move. I hate that we are moving to Los Angeles. I love Ohio. I just want to stay here. I'll move to California when I go to college. I'm the best here. I'm the best in the whole damn state and my parents want to ruin that. They want to put me in a bigger school and state. How do they expect me to still be on top? Do you know how many good players are in the state of California? And most come from the Los Angeles area.
"Spence?" My mom screams up the stairs. I don't answer her. I just sit on my old bed and stare out the window. I really don't want to go. "It's time to go. Your friends are here, come say goodbye. My mom's new job is paying for the move. The new company or hospital paid movers to take our stuff to California. The mover should be at our new home tomorrow. I'm getting a new bed in California, that's why my old bed is still here. My dad and brothers are driving the cars over. My mom and I are flying. We are flying because we have to meet the movers there tomorrow. Our plane leaves at 6. We have to be at the airport in 45 minutes to make the flight. I hate that you have to now be at the airport two hours early. It's not like I'm old enough to know what it was like before. My dad and brothers are leaving once they drop us off. They won't be in LA until Saturday evening. Today is Wednesday. I am spending the next 3 days with just my mother. Oh god, help me. I slowly get up off my bed and make my way downstairs.
"I'm going to miss you so much." My friend Debbie says throwing her arms around my neck as I reach the bottom of the stairs. I wrap my arm around her waist.
"Same here." I whisper. She lets me go and I walk over to Brittney. She plays basketball with me. The whole team threw me a going away party this last weekend. I got so drunk; I don't remember anything from that night. I wrap my arms around Brittney and give her a bear hug. She returns it. I hug four other people before making my way to my best friend. She knows everything about me. I told her everything. I hide nothing from her. I'm glad I had one friend like that. I slowly walk over to her, letting my tears fall from my eyes. She also plays basketball. We have played together since I we were 11. Anna is my left hand when it comes to the game. No one will ever take her spot on the court, no matter where or who I play with.
"Find someone who gets you inside and out. That girl is out there. Hopefully she can handle the ball like you can." Anna whispers into my ear. I told her last year that I liked girls. She is the only one who knows. My family doesn't even know.
"I'll try my best."
"You will not. You will throw yourself into basketball and see nothing else. Why do you think you're still a vir…?"
"Hey!" I say stepping back. All the girls in the room are smirking at me. I know big basketball star and I get no action. That is just sad. "Okay, guys this is it. I'll see you soon. And you will see me everywhere, as long as I can still play." I say smirking. "Bye." I add and walk out of my house with them following me. I get into the car and wave bye one more time before finding my Ipod and putting a song on.
8 hours later
We are now in Los Angeles. The only thing my mother and I have on us is a checked bag. This bag has everything in it to gets us through tomorrow. You know couple changes of clothes, shower stuff, and tooth brush. Things in that nature. I, of course, have a carryon bag with my Ipod and teenage stuff in it. Stuff I feel I can't go a day without. I'm dramatic. I follow my mom through the large airport with my headphones still in my ears. We finally reach baggage claim and get our bag. Once outside I follow my mother into a taxi. We are staying in a hotel until tomorrow. Mom doesn't want to stay in a house with nothing in it. No one does. Well, I wouldn't mind. Once we get to the hotel I drop my bag next to one of the queen sized beds and drop my body down on top of the soft bed. I feel like I can sleep for weeks. I don't talk to my family much. There isn't really anything to say to them. My brother Glenn and I use to be really close. The only reason for that is we are both the best at the sport we play. We both play basketball. The small town we live in has this co-ed team every year we take time and play with them. Of course with both Carlins on one team no one can beat us. Ravens (that's what we were) haven't been beat in years. The ravens are going to lose this year. I'm going to be a sophomore in high school. Glenn and I together have won over 50 awards since we were about 8 years old. If you hadn't noticed I'm a bit cocky. That comes with being the best. Okay, on with the family. Clay is adopted. He is the brains of the family. I am pretty smart too. I get good grades. Awesome grades even. My grades are not as good as Clay's though. Glenn gets the grades he needs to stay on the team. They are both going to be juniors. My dad is a social worker/ counselor. He is very good at his job. He got a job here in Los Angeles already had everything set up when we were in Ohio. My mom is going to be working in the ER at the main hospital in Los Angeles. She also does extremely well at her job.
"Spencer?" I hear my mother yell. I sigh but continue to act like I didn't hear her. She yells my name once more before pulling one of my ear buds out of my ear. I look over at her.
"May I help you?" I ask irritated.
"Are you going to shower before bed?" I shake my head no. She smiles at me and walks away. I roll my eyes at her and put my headphone back into my ear. I let the music take over my entire body and fall asleep.
It has been a week since we were at the hotel. School starts on Monday. I have five days before I totally feel out of place. I really do hate it here. There is all this stuff here but nothing is fun enough to do. It's all so overcrowded. I would go to the park down the road and shot some hoop but there are people everywhere. I would go to the beach but there are people constantly trying to hit on you. I would go anywhere and there, to me, is a problem with being there. I need to find a place I can go and hide out at. I had several places like that in Ohio. The places you go where you know no one would find you because no one will go there. I grab my Ipod and walk out of the house. I start walking down the street. I'm going to find a place. I let my legs loosen up before I began to run. I run six blocks before I began to slow down. I can run pretty far. I'm in really good shape. You kind of have to be to be good at basketball. I walk a block before picking back up my speed.
Oof!