A.N. For those of you who don't know, I'm new to WattPad. This is my first story; so let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is appreciated.

"We're here!" My dad called from the front seat.

"Thank the Lord!" I yelled as I jumped out of the car, my bother following close beside me.

Hi. I'm Payton Chloe Grace. Use my middle name, and I will most likely hate you forever. I had been sitting in the car for over twelve hours. Not to mention those twelve hours were spent squished against my brother and the door.

"Mom! The Grace's are here!" Claire called from her seat on the deck. She ran down the stairs of the house we were all renting. "Payton! Oh my god! I've missed you soooo much!" She exclaimed, practically strangling me as she hugged me. "The roommate list is up! You have to come check it out." She released me.

She grabbed my little Mickey Mouse bag that held my laptop, iPod, phone and other things I need to keep myself occupied for twelve hours and I grabbed my suitcase and we went inside the bottom floor. We brought all the stuff into the elevator and pressed the second floor button.

Now, while we wait to get to the second floor, let me give you a short tour of our surroundings and what's going on.

First off, it is the middle of summer, the first week of August to be exact. We are in the Outer Banks, North Carolina, the Mark Twain House on the 4x4. It is a three levels, 18 bedroom, 15 and 2 1/2 bathroom house. Long story short, it's huge. Every year, my family, plus eight more would rent this house out for a week. That's nine families, with 23 kids ranging from ages 5 to 16 with 18 adults to keep us all in check...

On the first floor, there are 12 bedrooms and 9 bathrooms. There is also a 'game room' which has a bar (which we use for snacks and extra seats since it is right in front a flat screen TV), a pool table (usually used for water pong, which for those of you who don't know is the 'kid' version of beer pong), and the TV I mentioned before. Basically this floor belongs to the kids, and four sets of parents to 'keep us in check', but since they are always upstairs, it doesn't work.

On the second floor is the main floor. There is the kitchen/dining room, the Living room, and exercise room (which is never used) along with the entrance area that has a grand piano and a sitting area. The living room has three couches (which do no good with this many people), a flat screen and another bar. The kitchen has the general kitchen stuff, except it is stocked to the bursting point with food, and three tables that seat ten people apiece. The entrance hall is sort of difficult to explain, but I'll try. It is this huge room. There is a grand piano and sitting area like I said. Across from that is the stairs to the bottom floor, then on top of those stairs are the stairs to the third floor. On the other side on the stairs is the front door. Did you get that? 'Cause I didn't.

On the third floor, the stairs open into a sitting area, which has a balcony to over look the piano. Then there are two hallways going off to opposite sides. Each side had 3 bedrooms, 6 bedrooms total. Each bedroom upstairs has its own bathroom. Also there were 2 laundry rooms in addition to 1 on the first floor that I forgot to mention...

Anyway, back to the real story. We were still in the elevator. And I was thinking 'how long does it take to transport two fourteen year old girls and two bags up a floor?' I mean, it's been what, three minutes and we weren't there yet... never mind. Here we are. We stepped out of the elevator after having a panic attack when the door wouldn't open.

We walked into the kitchen, which for probably the only time during the vacation was empty. There was a piece of paper tapped onto one of the pillars. We walked over to it dropping the bags onto a chair. I looked at the list, trying to find my name. It didn't take long since it was the first one. Payton Grace... Ruth Ford... Room 1. Great...

"Cool! I'm rooming with Emily!" Claire exclaimed.

"Lucky you. I'm with Ruth." I said.

"Oh." Was her lame response.

It's not that I don't love Ruth, I do, sort of, it's just she is obnoxious with a capital O. I'm the only one who is nice enough to room with her, since no one really likes her. I feel bad, she has ADD and ADHD and a bunch of other learning disabilities. I have nothing against people that have learning disabilities, but sometimes it annoys me.

"Well, Emily isn't coming until tomorrow... you can sleep in our room with me if you want." Claire said. Now you know your roommate is bad when Claire Palmer is offering to let you stay with her instead. That is pretty much Claire saying no one wants to room with Ruth. And in 'Claire language' that means a lot of bad things, since Claire is the nicest thing in the world.

"I'll be fine." I said. I would be nice to Ruth. It would be so much easier.

"Payton!" I voice yelled. I turned towards the voice. There was Lena and Annie. They were two of my good friends here along with Claire and Emily.

"Hey." I said, hugging Lena, who had run forward to tackle me. I then hugged Annie. I took in the three girls.

First there was Lena. She was a year younger than the rest of us, but probably knew more about life than the rest of us. She was a little on the large side, but was still one of the prettiest girls I know. She had strait dirty blonde hair and pretty brown eyes. She had a kind face and a warm smile. But don't let her looks fool you; she can be evil when she wants. And it was common knowledge that she hated Ruth, who was in her grade.

Then there was Annie. She was 14 like Claire and I. She was really athletic. In fact her whole family (minus her little sister) were really athletic. She had brown hair that had a bunch of waves in it. Her hair was a little frizzy, but it wasn't ugly frizzy, it just made her hair look prettier.

Claire was the definition of sweet. She was a little on the short size and was skinny, but not un-healthy skinny. She had tan skin, like the other two, she had brown hair and eyes that matched Annie's. I sometimes wondered if they were sisters, since they looked so much a like and had been BFFL's forever.

"Now, if you don't mind. I would like to go brush my teeth for the morning." I said as I grabbed my luggage and went back to the elevator.

"You haven't brushed your teeth yet?" Lena called after me. I stuck my head out of the elevator door.

"We drove through the night. We didn't stop at a hotel." I responded before going back into the elevator and pressing the button with the '3' on it.

I quickly got rid of my luggage in my parent's room since my mom had an order for drawers and I didn't want to mess it up. I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste. I quickly rushed my teeth and spent a minute looking at my reflection in the mirror.

All the other girls had a word to describe themselves with whether it was pretty or athletic, sweet or crazy. I had nothing. I was just plain. I had pail skin, sure it was flawless, but if I go out into the sun for any period of time without sunscreen, it burns. I have pretty black hair that naturally goes into soft ringlet curls, but I ruin it by pulling it into a ponytail that just makes it look weird. My favorite feature would have to be me eyes, even with the slight bags under them. They were a bright, bright blue and my eyelashes were so long and dark that I never needed to wear mascara when I did shows.

Now for those of you who didn't pick these things up, I'm the kind of girl who everyone says is gorgeous, but knows that isn't true. I'm plain. I am the type of girl who needs to have her hair in a ponytail no matter what, but I'm not that into sports, though I do play soccer and basketball. I love drama and singing. I used to play piano and viola, but I can't to save my life anymore. Then again, I was really smart, which sort of makes me a dork or nerd or whatever... Basically I was just plain. At least that's what I thought. After all, no guy has ever asked me out. So there must not be anything worthwhile about me.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a knock on the door. I walked out of the bathroom to the door. I opened the door.

"Hey she witch."

"Hey Shane." Was my response. "You can put them down over there." I said referring to the bags he was carrying.

Shane was Ruth's sixteen-year-old brother. He was going into junior year in high school. And he was the exact opposite of his sister. While she was short and chunky, he was tall and lean, but you can tell he had muscles. She hated anything that involved a work out; he played lacrosse whenever he could. She had brown frizzy hair and he had sleek black hair that was in a Justin Bieber-ish style. She had brownish green eyes and he had bright green eyes. In short, he was beautiful. The only draw back, was every time he opened his big mouth.

"When did you guys get in?" I asked. Trying to be nice. He hated me. I have no clue why, but he did. He always had since today last year, when I set foot in this house. But whatever.

"This morning." He answered, glaring down at me. "What's up with the homeless person attire?"

I ignored his jab. I had been in the car for 12 hours, in a back seat with my little brothers overnight. Not exactly comfortable, the least I could do was wear comfy giant sweatpants that were twice my size and a tight spaghetti strap top that showed off my boobs. "What time?"

"What does it matter?" He was getting impatient.

I shrugged. "I dunno. Just thought I would try to be nice, so this year my fan doesn't magically get flour on it." He laughed at the prank he had pulled on me.

"Whatever. We got in around six." He responded. He went to walk out the door, but I blocked him.

"Can I ask you something?" He was quiet so I continued, "Why do you hate me?" That was what I cared about. I didn't care that he did hate me, but I did care about the fact it seemed to be for no reason.

"I don't know. I just do." Was his response. We were silent for a moment, leaning against opposite sides of the doorway, just staring at each other's eyes (notice it isn't gazing, it's staring. Gazing is romantic, Staring is sizing up an enemy), green meeting blue. Then he turned away and walked off own the hall.

God I hate him so much.

A.N. So how was it? This was sort of just the start I know it's a little slow. It will (hopefully) get better in the next chapter or two. Sorry for grammar. I do try my best.