Prologue
"That's the last of it." I mumbled to myself as I put down the final box labeled "BALLET" inside of the U-Haul truck. Behind me stood the beautiful 3 story home that not only I grew up in, but also what I was about to forever leave behind. I looked at the driveway remembering my first attempt at riding a bike without the training wheels. Then, I looked over to the garage where there was a small dent after I accidentally ran my Lexus into it a couple years ago. Lastly, I turned my head to the front porch where I had my first kiss. Jason Alloway. Jerk. I truly had unforgettable memories at this home and it still hasn't quite hit me yet that this would be my last time just looking at it. After a final embracing of the home, I kicked the big wood real estate "SOLD" sign and smirked before making my way to the car. I slowly opened the passenger door to the Range Rover and sat in. "Ready, baby girl?" my obviously over-excited Dad said.
"You ask that as if I have a choice."
"I'll take that as a yes."
And off we were. When your hard working single Dad gets offered a job as President of an up and coming company, it doesn't take much knowledge to know that he's going to accept it. I guess I should be more nervous moving to a different state, school, and home but hey what am I supposed to do? Stand in front of my house holding big signs and go on strike? As much as I considered that, something inside of me felt that change was good. That this was good. Sure, I've never been the "new girl" but something about that label had a nice ring to it. All these thoughts crowded over my head and before I knew it hours passed and I was being woken up by my Dad. I rubbed my eyes and stepped out of the car. I took a good deep breathe.
Hello Beacon Hills.