Alright y'all, listen, this is only my 2nd story, so just bear with me. I really don't know what I'm going to write about, so just kind of go with the flow here, people.

Here, goes nothing.

Chapter 1

'Sweet Home Alabama, where the skies are so blue

Sweet Home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to you!'

-Sweet home Alabama

These lyrics ran through my mind as my Nanny drove her old beat up Honda mini-van through the South Georgia, gravel roads. I was riding shotgun, and making the most of it. I had my feet up on the dashboard, and all the air vents were pointed towards me (to keep away the sweltering heat.) The landscape was a never-ending pattern of golden fields, with an occasional cow thrown in. And, you know what? Every so-often, if I was paying attention, I'd actually see a house!

I came from Manhattan, New York City, the city that never sleeps. So, naturally, all this nothingness was a little bit scary. I mean, I go from seeing houses every 5 feet to seeing them every 5 miles! That's just SCARY!

Anyway, the southern road of nothingness was getting to boring for me, so I asked one of the sacred questions you should never ask an adult unless you want things to become . . . interesting.

"Are we there yet?"

Nanny's face turned an interesting shade of purple. "I swear missy, if you ask me that question one more time I will…" She let her threat hang in the air. I struggled to hide my smile Nanny, no matter how much she threatened, would never harm a fly. She loved me, she just had a…unique… way of showing it sometimes.

"Sorry Nanny, I know that was rude and uncalled for. I just love seeing your face when it turns purple."

Nanny threw me an exasperated glance "One of these days I am going to get a massive coronary from your teasing child." I smiled. Nanny always tried to stay mad at me, but it never seemed to work. It was hard to stay mad at someone you've known since you were changing their diapers. She was more of a parent to me than anybody else.

My real parents had sent me to a 'fancy' boarding school down here in the south. You can believe those quotes around the word fancy. I couldn't believe anything could be fancy down here in the middle of nowhere. They said it was to give me some 'higher education', but I think that was just an excuse to get rid of me.

My parents and I were in that awkward adolescence vs. parent stage, where, in my point of view, they did EVERYTHING wrong. And when I say everything, I mean everything. From the way they brushed their teeth to the way they blew up the world.

I guess I should explain that.

You see, my entire family had a history of leading a life of crime. My parents called it a life of 'fighting for what they believe in'. I was determined to be the one member of my family, the Periwell family, that fought for good instead of bad.

Like that would ever happen. I mean, deep, deep down ( I mean miles deep) I knew my parents loved me. However, I also knew that they wouldn't hesitate to blow me up if I got in the way. So, for the most part, I really needed to stay in their good book. But only for now...

A screeching of brakes broke me out of my reverie. I looked up, and I think my brain blew a fuse. Looming out of the inconspicuous wheat fields was a very conspicuous building. It was gigantic- like... the size of a Hollywood mansion- and it was painted completely, eye-dazzling, white. Wow. I rolled my window and peered out. Surrounding the Mansion was a large lawn trimmed by flower-bearing trees that gave off a heavenly perfume. This didn't look like a school. This looked liked paradise!

I hopped out of the car and ran across the yard, ignoring the 'stay off the grass' sign. I ran to the grass, but before I could put my foot on the perfectly manicured lawn, I felt a tingle in my foot and all of a sudden I found myself on the ground 20 feet away from where I originally started, probably due to a huge shock from an invisible electric fence. Man, that brought a whole new meaning to 'stay off the grass'.

Nanny rushed over to me. "Are you o.k. sweetie?" Ugh. I love Nanny to the ends of the Earth, but she babies me way too much.

"Sweetie, can you hear me?" "Nooooo" I groaned. Nanny snorted and walked away saying, "If you are well enough to be teasing me, you're fine. Help me unpack your bags." She walked off toward our beat up car. I got up, then immediately wished I hadn't. Every inch of my body stung like fire. This little episode in my life probably had some stupid moral, but I couldn't think of it at the moment. If you find one, e-mail me (even though I don't really care about morals anyway...)

Anyway, I dragged my poor, aching self over to our cruddy car, and started to unpack my numerous bags.

After about 20 minutes of waiting outside, another car pulled up. It was a sleek black 2-seater Lamborghini hard-top convertible with tinted windows and shiny headlights. ( for all you auto-mobile challenged people, that just means it's a really expensive Italian sports car.) this car made our beat-up minivan look like a junkyard car (which it was, but you get my point.) A chauffeur opened the door to the passenger side and a girl stepped out. Except she wasn't really a girl. She was a mix between a super-model and a beach-bunny. She had fiery red hair, and sparkling green eyes that were clear as an emerald. Next to her I felt like our Honda- way, way out of my class.

the super-model/beach bunny looked at me and wrinkled her nose in disgust. I could just feel the waves of dislike directed at me. She said something to her chauffeur and he nodded silently. This whole scene made me sick just by watching, so i returned to our beat up car in a silent defeat.

Yay!!!!! I finished ch. 1!!! Please review!!!!!!