Okay, so like i said. This isn't a fan fiction of Sarah Dessen's but it's like the stories she writes. It sorta resembles Dreamland in a way. But you'll notice that later on in the story. This is the only category I could think to put it under.

Chapter One

Dear Chrissy,

Just thought that I would write to tell you that, well, I'm here. We've finally arrived in the extremely boring and small county of Clay, Kentucky. It's pretty nice here...there's just nothing that I find interesting about this place.

Why did my Mom have to get transferred here? I miss Hartford, and I miss you and Mark more than anything! I know that, most likely, I'm not going to be happy here. I was perfectly happy in Conneticut, but then, as usual, my mother had to interfere in my life and move me away from my two best friends.

The town we're in only has about six restaurants, two supermarkets, only one Blockbuster, one small movie theater with only ten screens, one pretty big library, and one big church that apparently the entire town attends on Sunday mornings, as I saw when we were passing there on the way to my new 'home' if you can call it that.

Henry Clay High School looks pretty average; there's a football and soccer field, and the campus is pretty big. It's hard to believe that I'll be attending there tomorrow instead of the one back home with you and Mark. Did I mention that I miss you guys?

Well, I'd better go. Write me! I dont know how I would survive without Email and letters, not to mention phone calls from you. Tell Mark to write as well,;I know he doesn't like to write letters or anything, but tell him 'Please, for me!'

I'll write you at the end of the week to let you know how my first three days of school went. Hopefully, by then, I'll have my computer hooked up in my new room, along with attachments of pictures of the new house that my mom has taken.

Love you guys tons!

Katie

I looked over my letter several times, making sure I'd said everything that I wanted to. It would be much easier, as I tell my Mom every chance I get, to just let me move back to Hartford and stay with Chrissy and her twin brother, Mark. That's what they kept suggesting anyway, so what's the harm in that?

I carefully folded the letter in half, then in quarters to make it fit inside the envelope. I sealed it and then walked down the stairs, my feet dragging tiredly as I ascended into the kitchen.

I'd spent the entire morning helping Mom unpack everything in the kitchen and organizing everything. I could definetely think of other more interesting and fun things I could be doing, even in this little boring town.

Mom was in the kitchen, putting some framed pictures of sunflowers - which matched the wallpaper - up on the walls.

She looked over at me when she heard me enter and gave me a tired smile. "Oh, hi, honey." She said, her voice was weary from lack of sleep over the past few days since we'd arrived. "Do you mind taking out this trash?"

There was three large bags of garbage sitting next to the door, waiting to be taken out for the garbage man in the morning.

"Sure, Mom." I mumbled, my voice quiet as usual as I deposited the letter I had just finished on the table with the other outgoing mail and walked over to the bags and picked them up by the plastic pull-handles and opened the back door, stepping out into the warm spring air.

The sun was bright above me, with not a gray cloud in sight. I squinted up at the baby blue sky, looking at the fluffy white clouds lazily drifting towards the west.

I could hear one of the neighbors' dogs barking, a small 'yipp' sound and what sounded like a little girls' laughter.

I sighed as I walked out through the gate, seperating the backyard from the front and walked to where the trash cans were beside the mail box. I lifted the lid and dropped the bags of trash inside then shut the lid again.

"Hi there, deary." Our neighbor from across the street, an eldery woman called to me, her voice warm and welcoming.

"Hello, Mrs. Aberson." I called back, giving her a forced smile and a small wave.

"Nice day, isn't it?" She said conversationally, her already wrinkled face smiling at me, making it seem even more wrinkled.

"Yeah, it is. Summer's coming quick." I said back, hoping she'd leave it at that so I could go back inside. I was never too great with talking to people like that; it was too awkward and uncomfortable.

"It sure is, dear." Mrs. Aberson said, getting the mail out of her box and looking through it.

"Yeah...well, I'd better go back inside and help my mom with things..." I said, searching for an excuse, but wanting to be polite about it.

"Oh, of course, dear. Don't let me keep you from your work." She gave me a cheerful wave and retreated back inside her large Victorian house, as all the houses on this street was.

I walked back up the cobblestone path to the front door and opened it, stepping inside and wiping my feet on the mat, not wanting to vacume yet again that morning.

I glanced at the clock on the wall as I entered the kitchen once more, where Mom was now organizing the silverware.

It was already five in the evening, which meant that soon enough I would have to take a shower and go to bed for my first day of school in the morning. I kept telling my Mom that I just wanted to wait until Monday to go, because there was no sense in starting on a Wednesday, but as usual, she overruled me, telling me not to be ridiculous.

That always got me pissed off when she said that I was being 'ridiculous'. But what could I do? If I mouthed off, then that would only get me grounded for about a month and make my life here even more miserable if that was possible. So I figured it was best to just go with things and see where I ended up.

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