This is my first story I have ever written! Please comment and give suggestions plz!!!!!!!!!

I never really understood why some people are so happy. Or what makes their day so good that they always smile at everyone they see. Doesn't shit happen to them as it has happened to everyone else? My mom didn't even bother to wish me good luck at college, let alone show up to my high school graduation.

phone beeps*

"Hello?" I answered in a mysterious voice.

"hey do you need a ride. I only ask because I know your car broke down and you just dumped Will who was your ride. Plus I have to drive across the country anyway so I might as well go corner to corner."

Christina was, no, is my person. We first met when I moved to Boston from Seattle when I was five. My mom would leave me alone at home while she worked. So her mom made her come and ask me to hang out. Yes, it was a forced relationship, but it was worth it in the long run. At age 18 I got into Dartmouth, and she got into Stanford. She insisted on driving to California form Boston. I'm not sure why, I would have just taken a plane.

" No it's ok, I can always catch the next bus. Or call a cab-"

"See you in ten minutes."

Ten minutes later, Christina pulls up in her moms silver broken down minivan with her dog in the back.

" Why did you bring that?"

"What the dog, or the ugly as hell car?"

"Both?" I answered in a confused but with a hint of sarcasm.

"Well with the dog I thought we would get lonely and with the van, I didn't know how much stuff you would bring."

We carried on with slight conversation as we loaded the three bags I have packed. I look back at the old big empty house that I once lives in. The house had dark brown wood siding with a brick cut along the bottom. It was way too big for just my mom and I. It's big empty halls full of memories. Such as when Christina and I plate with an Ouija board in the basement, when my mom caught me kissing boys in the driveway when my mom walked in on Will and me for the first time, and the yelling. Usually, people cry when they go to college like the movies, but I have cried at all. If anything I'm excited to be leaving this horrible place.

"So, why did you do it," she asked in a way that I didn't even have to ask what she was talking about to understand.

" I broke it off because I thought of it as friends with benefits. But he wanted a relationship relationship and I don't want that. So how's it going with you and what's his face?

"His name is Preston. And things are going well."

"No I know about him I'm talking about the other one that you met two weeks ago. Not the boyfriend."

"Oh. He is amazing at like everything! He can cook too; he made this pumpkin thing with rice that was amazing! Plus he gives me things Preston cannot!"

"So you're breaking up with the man who declined a full ride Harvard scholarship for a little community college in California, just to be in the same s

tate as you. The man who has basically done everything for you, you are giving him up for a orgasm and good food?"

"Ha! Preston is no man!"

We both laughed for about five more minutes until we stopped to let the dog out and run. The rest of the car ride was pretty quiet. Little conversations happened here and there. Until we arrived at my next four years, Dartmouth.

So that is the first chapter so please comment things that I could do better on! Thanks RR.