Chapter 1

Moving to Santa Carla

Disclaimer: I don't own the lost boys. Someone else does.

"Mom, remind me again why we are moving to Santa Carla?" I asked.

"Because, your father's company is opening up a new store there. Now help me wrap some of these plates up" said Mom.

I just found out two weeks ago the we had to move to Santa Carla, California. That means that I have to get a whole new life, again. As you could probably imagine, I wasn't too thrilled about leaving all of my friends and everything else I know behind. I've never lived anywhere's else besides Tampa and Jacksonville, Florida.

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Kelsey. I am 16 years old and have short dirty blonde hair. I'm kinda tall for my age. Most people mistake me for an adult, which can get very annoying at times.

"Come on" continued mom "I thought you were excited about moving to California. I thought it was your dream to go to California."

"Yeah, to visit. Not to live" I said.

"Oh, well, maybe it'll be better the what you think. Maybe you'll find some sort of adventure while your there" said Mom, carefully placing the China plates in a box. All I could think was ' yeah, right. I bet Santa Carla is about as boring as Jacksonville.' Little did I know that I was wrong. Way, way wrong.

"Why don't you get to bed, sweetheart. We've got a long trip ahead of us tomorrow" suggested Mom. I didn't sleep well that night, knowing that it was the last night that I was going to see my bedroom.

I was awoken by the sound of my mom telling me to pack my last minute things in the car. I wasn't looking forward to the car ride. A couple of days in a car with your little nine year old brother wasn't thrilling. But luckily for me I got the whole backseat. My sister usually got the backseat on car rides but now that she's off at college, I get the honor of sitting in the "way back" as my family calls it.

About half way through the first day of the trip, we stopped at a little diner that was on the side of the road for lunch. It was one of those fake fifties themed diners.

"This is fun, isn't it Kelsey? Don't you like all this fifties Elvis stuff?" asked Mom.

"Mom, I know your trying to make this fun and exciting for me, but it's not working" I said. I wasn't trying to be mean or anything but I wanted to go back home.

We left the diner and about five hours and four movies later we stopped at a motel for the night. I was sitting out by the pool, smoking, when some strange boy came and sat down in the chair next to me. The boy had short brown hair and looked to be about my age.

"Where you headin'?" asked the boy.

"Santa Carla. My dad got a new job there" I said, talking through my cigarette smoke.

"Santa Carla, huh? Good luck, your gonna need it" said the kid.

"What do you mean?" I asked. Why would I need good luck in Santa Carla?

The boy thought for a minute and then said "never mind."

"What's your name anyways?" I asked.

"Kyle. I live here, my parents own the place. What's your name?"

"Kelsey. We're only staying here for the night then we're leaving in the morning."

Kyle got up and said "see ya, Kelsey. Good luck in Santa Carla."

"Thanks Kyle" I said. That was odd. What was in Santa Carla that I needed to be worried about? I began to think that moving was a really bad idea. I put my cigarette out, threw a couple of breath mints in my mouth, and headed back to the room.

Around 7 the next morning we we're already out on the road and miles away from the hotel. The car ride that day was almost the same as the one the day before. Around 4 that afternoon, we passed the sign that said "Welcome to Santa Carla." As of then, my life was officially over, or maybe it was just beginning.

There's the first chapter, kinda boring, I know. But it will get better, I promise! Don't forget to review.