Hi I am Gabriella Montez and this is my story. I am currently packing all my stuff I need into boxes with one hand, why one hand you may ask because I have currently broken my right arm, in fact I only broke it last week. How you ask, well this is where I feel my life ends.
First off just to clear things up I am obviously like I said Gabriella Montez, I am 16 years old, I currently live in England in a small village, although that is all going to change soon. I am moving to America in a couple of days and was going to be a junior in an American school, with all the American clichés. The high school I am at has no clichés, we are all just friends. I am going to live with my god parents the Bolton's, no clue who they are I don't remember them. But it said in my parents wills if anything should happen to me I go to my god parents. Saying that I had no living relatives I knew off. (AN don't know what age you are in junior year in America I am English)
So anyway it all happened last Saturday, My parents Gina and Greg Montez and me were driving down a country lane to go to the supermarket to do the weekly shopping, The road had no lay-bys is that what you call them, no where to pull over for a few feet, when suddenly this lorry came tearing down the road heading straight for us. The last thing I heard before I slipped into unconsciousness was my parents telling me they loved me.
Next thing I knew I was waking up in a full of white, next thing I knew I was being discharged home with concussion and a broken arm. I was told to go home and pack my things because my mum and dad had both been killed by a drunk driver. I was told I would be leaving on Friday to go live with the Bolton's in America. Sounds like fun!!
Today was currently Thursday, I was nearly finished packing my things, and I had a few more things I could fit into my suitcases before I had to go. I could only fit so many reminders of my parents in my suitcases. I still hadn't told my friends anything all they knew was I was at hospital (I hadn't told them I was out yet I was still in shock) and that my parents were dead because it was sprawled all over the news. My friends had been round multiple times and rung and texts me but I never answered the door, called or text them back. All I did was sit, pack and bawl my eyes out.
I finished packing my last things up. I thought about eating something and then decided against it, truth was I hadn't eaten anything since I had been discharged from the hospital and that was on Monday. I just couldn't eat all the reminders that my parents were dead was haunting me. So I just didn't eat part of my way of dealing with the grief.
I sat on the sofa and turn on the TV, the news was on 'local girl survived from major crash on Saturday, parents killed on impact'. I turned the TV off and threw the remote at the TV. I ran to my room curled up on my bed and cried. I woke up the next morning a bit disorientated, realising I cried my self to sleep last night.
I grabbed all my suitcases, put them near the door with my passport and plane tickets on and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. I decided writing a letter to my friends would be easier than actually saying goodbye to them it would hurt less, cruel I know but both my parents are dead what the hell do you expect.
The letter went like this;
Dear Casey, Brittany, Grace, Katrina, Derek, Matt, Dan and Chris,
Sorry I am leaving you like this but it was the easiest way to do this, I am unfortunately leaving to go live in America with my god parents. I am fine I only having a slight concussion and a broken right arm. Hopefully you will still call me; maybe I could come and see you next summer. Remember I love you all. Please remember me because I will remember you all, as you are reading this letter I will be on my plane to America. Hope to see you soon,
Love Gabriella Montez
As Dan read this to the rest of their group, the girls were in tears and the boys were close to tears. The whole of their group treasured each other, they were all like brothers and sisters, all except Dan, him and Gabriella had been dating on and of since they were 13, Dan had always loved her but she never fully did, he just wasn't right, they didn't fit together perfectly like puzzle pieces in Gabriella's opinion, Dan thought otherwise. He thought they were a match made in heaven, he loved her. Dan was heartbroken.
As I stepped of the plane I grabbed a luggage cart and grabbed my suitcases, I looked around searching for a sign with my name on it. I continued searching around the terminal until I found a sign with my name on it. I walked towards the man in their early 40's late 30's. The woman with red hair, pretty, about 5ft 6 and kind looking. The man with slightly greying hair around 5ft 8, he had a strong build and sparkling blue eyes just like the woman.
'Are you the Bolton's' I asked timidly,
'Yes and my have you grown Ella' Mrs Bolton replied
'Thank you Mrs Bolton' I blushed
'Cassidy to you and this is my husband Jack, now let's go put your stuff in the car and let's get to your new house, just to warn you my son Troy may be home with his friends round.' Cassidy said
I nodded my head and followed Mr and Mrs Bolton to their car, Jack took my stuff and put it in the boot as I climbed into the backseat.
When we arrived at their house, I was amazed at the size of it. I was shown to my room by Mrs Bolton I put all my stuff down telling myself I would unpack it all later. I decided to look around the house I looked around all the room all the doors were open except one, I decided to leave that one alone, just in case their son was in there.
As I wandered I smelt a waft of food I travelled downstairs and went to the kitchen where Mrs Bolton was cooking what I guessed to be dinner.
'Dinner will be ready soon Gabriella, can you go and call troy in please, he is in the garden, just go through that door okay' Mrs Bolton told me. I nodded my head and went towards the doors, truth is I didn't want to eat and I still hadn't actually eaten anything since the accident and didn't want to. As my train of thoughts came to an end, I realized I was in their garden they had a huge patch of green grass then towards the back they had a swimming pool and a basket ball court, I was amazed I had never seen a garden this big before. A gruff voice stopped my train of thoughts.
'What are you doing in my garden' Said troy roughly, to describe troy I would say he was about six foot tall very strong muscular build, brown shaggy hair and tantalizing crystal blue eyes.
'I live here now, I am Gabriella Montez, my parents died in a car crash last week and I, unfortunately survived, I had no choice to live here it was in my parents will, sorry to ruin your life' I shouted at him tears running down my face, I ran inside past Mrs Bolton and up into my new bedroom, I locked the door and collapsed on my new bed. After a few minutes of wallowing I went to my balcony. (I had a balcony in my new room, I love it) I sighed as I stepped into the warm summer air.
Meanwhile troy was really confused, so this was the new person who would be living here, he presumed it would be a relative not some emotional girl whose parents had both died earlier that week. But the girl was beautiful though, a pretty Latino, chocolate eyes and skin to match, she was pretty but the emotion in her eyes was so powerful, you could see the grief, pain and everything.
Ok so my first chapter short I know but please review and tell me what you think about it five reviews before I put the next chapter up. There will be a lot more Troyella in the next chapter don't worry. Feel free to express your opinions but don't be too harsh and feel free to put in your ideas.