Edited on March 15, 2011

Here it is people! I promised I would revamp it and now it is. This is the first chappy. I hope you guys like it and I will try and update again as soon as possible:D

It was early in the morning and the sunshine from the window was killing Bekah's eyes. She had been out late the night before partying with her friends one last time before she moved away. Her parents had just gotten a divorce, leaving her mother with nothing but the belongings in their house. Her mother had made the quick decision to move in with their grandfather in Santa Carla, California.

Bekah rolled over and put her face flat into her pillow. She had a killer headache and it was only getting worse.

"Where were you all last night?" Bekah kept silent and rolled over so she didn't have to face her mother, "I asked you a question Bekah Maria!"

"I was out partying. Where else?"

"Well, you knew you would have to get up early this morning and you did it anyway, so now you're going to have to face the consequences!"

With a loud painful groan, Bekah rolled out of bed and motioned for her mother to get out of her room. Without a word, her mother obeyed fully, knowing what Bekah was doing. She stumbled toward her dresser and almost fell flat on her face. She pulled some jeans and a black shirt out of her drawers then she headed to her bathroom. Finally reaching it, she realized the door was closed and locked. She loudly pounded on the door.

"Get out!" She yelled at the locked door.

The door swung open and a very annoyed, very cold looking Michael stood in front of her.

"What?" He asked her, annoyance clear in his voice.

"I need the bathroom," she whined as she tried to shove past him.

"Go use Sam's bathroom," he told her as he tried to shove her back out of the bathroom.

"No! I hate his bathroom. It doesn't have enough plug ins," she said. Her head was pounding and she didn't want to stand there all day and argue with Michael.

Michael growled irritably before stomping out of his bathroom and down the hall to his little brother's bathroom. Bekah smirked, satisfied with getting her way. She walked in to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her and dressing slowly. She pulled her hair into a pony tail before brushing her teeth. Green eyes stared back at her threw the mirror as she brushed her teeth.

"Time to go!" Her youngest brother yelled as he pounded on the door. Bekah sighed and opened the door up quickly, stopping him in mid pounding motion.

"I heard you the first time," she said softly as she rubbed her head. She followed Sam as he ran down the stairs and climbed into front seat. Bekah crawled into the back seat of the car, the trunk stuffed with last minute boxes. She watched as Michael got in on the other side and glared at her.

Bekah and her brother had quite the rivalry. Nether of them really knew why but Michael and Bekah really hated each other. From the deepest darkest pits of their souls, they hated each other. Bekah leaned her head on the back of the seat and slowly slide her eyes closed. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be stuck in the car with her dork brothers for 12 hours. She sighed and slipped her head phones on, ready to fall asleep.

Bekah sat in the car groaning at each song her mom put on the radio. Her tape player had gone dead and her mom had refused to get her any batteries, saying that this was finally their time to "bond", Bekah had rolled her eyes at her and fallen back asleep for a while.

"No!" Sam and Michael both yelled as their mom put something really bad on the radio. Bekah sighed.

"What's that smell?" Sam asked randomly.

"It's the ocean dip shit!" Bekah said coldly as she glared at him and Michael glared at her.

"Watch your language!" Lucy said sternly. A few minutes of silence passed before their mom started squealing again. "Look! We're here!"

Bekah looked up, seeing the big Santa Carla sign as they passed it. She watched it all the way until they passed it. Just in time to see Santa Carla Murder Capital of the Worldscribbled on the back of the sign. Bekah smirked. This place was defiantly full of wild teenagers. She looked at Michael who had obviously seen the same thing she had from the stunned look on his face. Bekah looked back up ahead and watched as they pulled into town. The place was wild! It was full of teenagers with mohawks and different colored hair.

Bekah stepped out of the car when her mother pulled over to get some gas, instantly looking at all the teens and people that were just standing around. She smiled at a few hot guys in swim trunks as they passed, flashing them her best smile. They smiled back at her and kept looking at her as they walked on. Her smile disappeared when they turned back around and kept walking. But, it reappeared again when they turned around completely and came up to her.

"What's up?" The dark haired guy asked as he stopped in front of her. She looked him up and down, watching closely as water dripped over his chiseled abs. She licked her lips slowly before looking up at him.

"Not much. Just moved here," she said, motioning to their car. They both nodded.

"What's your name?" The green haired one asked.

"Bekah Emerson," she answered simply as she shook both of their hands.

"I'm Evan and this is Nathan," the dark haired one introduced themselves. Bekah smiled a little and nodded.

"Hey!" Nathan said suddenly. "There's a party down at the beach tonight next to the boardwalk. Wanna come?" Bekah's smiled disappeared as she thought about what her mother would do. She took a quick glance towards her mother who was talking to Sam about some kids digging in the trash.

"Sure," Bekah said, her smile quickly coming back.

"Time to go, Bekah," Michael sneered as he stepped up beside her. Bekah sighed heavily and looked at the guys.

"Meet us in front of the boardwalk," Nathan yelled to her as she walked back to the car. "And bring your swimsuit," he added as an afterthought. Bekah smiled and waved to them before she got in the car.

"Just got here and guys are already trying to pick my daughter up. Great!" Her mom said sarcastically as she started the car.

About ten minutes later they were in front of their new home, a small log house. Bekah fought back the urge to snarl at it and just got out of the car.

She leaned against the car as she waited for Sam and her mom to get out. She looked around the place, seeing a few horses in the pasture. She took note of her grandfather lying on the porch on his back and rolled her eyes. Grandpa definitely hadn't changed.