New story! I'm really sick of writing these openings, so just read and review. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
I re-positioned my sunglasses (which had fallen down my nose) and shifted my body so that my feet were resting on the dashboard.
"Max, please don't put your feet on my dashboard." My mom said from the front seat. I turned away from my window to look at her.
"But we've been driving for hours; my legs are cramped." I said.
"At least you're not sitting in the back seat; I can't even feel my legs anymore!" Came a voice from the back seat. I groaned and turned around so that I was facing the backseat, where a very agitated Ella was pushing a box onto the floor.
"Oi! Hands off my box!" I scolded. Ella gave me a sour look and continued pushing the box onto the floor.
"If it's your box, then why isn't it up there with you? Hm?" Ella asked. I just rolled my eyes at her and turned back to the front.
"Because there's not enough room up here." I stated, putting my feet back up onto the dash.
"If there's enough room back here, I promise you there's enough room up there."
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Ella; it's bad."
"You know what-"
"How about you both be quiet before I crash?!" My mom interrupted with an agitated voice. Ella shut up and sank down into her seat while I looked back out the window.
While I'm taking this glorious car ride (note the sarcasm), I might as well tell you about me and my situation.
My name's Max (short for Maximum) Ride; I'm 17, (18 in 3 months, yea me!) with shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair. I've got chocolate brown eyes and long eyelashes with tan pretty tan skin. (Or at least that's what I've been told) Right now I'm on my way to Arizona, where a brand-spanking-new life awaits me; my mom's job got transferred down there, which means that everyone has to move down there. Yay us.
I know very little about Arizona actually, except the fact that it's extremely hot and, despite this fact, it has some of the greenest grass. Like ever; it's insane. Plus the very fun fact that there's tons of pools, but that's just a bonus.
So, I'll be entering my senior year at some random school, knowing nobody but Ella. Just perfect; what a way to spend my senior year.
A green sign rose in front of my window, reading Welcome To Tucson. There was a little picture right below it, which after a second I realized was a faded drawing of Arizona state.
Well, looks like we've just entered our new lives.
As if on cue, my mom exclaimed "Look girls; we're here!" She pointed excitedly at the sign.
But where is here? Here just looks like a bunch of trees, a McDonalds, and a mall. Plus a few other stores scattered here and there, nothing like the busy city of New York, like I was used to. This place will never be home; my chest ached just thinking of home.
With a heavy heart, I watched the town transform into a neighborhood, and the neighborhood transform into a house; my new house.
It was pretty average, with dozens if windows over a white background. The yard was regular, with the grass still bright green from summer. There's neighbor on both sides, though it looks like nobody's home at the moment.
"Ok, now we're officially here." Mom said, pulling me out of my thoughts. I rolled my eyes and sat up in my seat. "Now, both of the bedrooms are the same, so there doesn't have to be any fighting over which room you want; I don't want another trip to the hospital." Mom said in all seriousness. I smiled at the memory of our last move (from Virginia to New York about 3 years ago) when me and Ella both fell down the stairs and ended up getting matching casts. Oh, the memories.
I stepped out of the car and onto my new, white driveway. It was surprisingly cold under my bare feet, (I was in that car way too long to be wearing shoes) making me shiver for a split second, despite the heat. I ran up the sidewalk and to the front door, a big, oak door, waiting for mom.
When she finally got there with Ella, she paused with the key in her hand. She took a deep breath, but I stopped her.
"Mom, please don't go all sentimental on us and just open the door. I really need to pee." She stopped and stared at me.
"Fine; with no special ceremony," She paused dramatically. "Here's the house." She quickly opened the door and stepped back as me and Ella ran forward.
"Ma-ax c'mon! You always get first pick!" Ella yelled as I raced up the nearest set of stairs.
"Well then be faster! It's not my fault you can't keep up!" I yelled back while laughing. As I reached the landing I looked back and forth. At the top was a white hallway with three bedrooms. One, which I believe to be the master bedroom (mom's) was about halfway down the middle. The two other bedrooms (ours) were at opposite ends of the hallway, one at the front of the house and one at the back. But which one to choose? Oh, the choices! I'll just take the one at the front.
I raced down the hallway, Ella at my heels. At the very last second, she tackles me.
"Don't you dare! I want the front!"
"No way El! I want it more!" I tried crawling towards the door, but Ella slowed me down so I only moved a few inches. I stretched my arm out towards the room, just as Ella did the same.
"Come on Max; you'll be moving out in a year anyways!" More reaching.
"So will you! We're the same age you know." Finally, a tan hand passed the invisible line that separated the hallway from the bedroom. My tan hand.
"Yes! Roomsies tappsies!" (Don't you dare laugh at our sayings) I exclaimed just as I pushed Ella away. We slowly stood up, me smiling arrogantly at her.
"God dam it! I never get the room I want!" She angrily stomped her foot, which actually made her look like an angry toddler.
"Ah ah ah El; you know what happens when you cuss." Suddenly, a loud voice rang from downstairs. "Ella! I better not have just heard you cuss!" Mom yelled. Ella's cheeks flushed crimson and she backed down the hallway,
"No mom! I said dang it!" I heard her yell.
I laughed and turned around, into my room. A huge window sat right across from me, giving a full view of the yard and road. My recently-moved bed sat against the back wall, above which was one of my paintings. (yea, I paint; don't act so surprised!) On the wall beside the bed stood a closet, which opened into what basically looked like a small room; racks plastered the walls, with shelves against the floor for shoes. (Yea, this place is going to be pretty empty; even Ella doesn't have that much clothes)
OK, back to the room. The walls are white, which means I'm going to have to eventually paint them. (not that I mind)
"Max, come help me unload the car!" Mom called from downstairs.
"Coming! Just give me a sec!" I ran out of my room, to , the bathroom, did, you know, bathroom stuff, and ran downstairs.
"Ok, I'm here; what do I need to bring in?" I asked as I walked outside and towards the car, where a tired Ella and mom stood with boxes in their hands.
"Everything." My mom said while tugging a box that said plates on the side. I immediately set to work on dragging in all of my boxes. A mere 45 minutes later I had pretty much all of my boxes hauled inside, and have yet to meet anyone; the neighborhood's been basically dead the whole afternoon.
I mean I haven't seen a single car in any of the driveways, or even the road. In fact, I haven't seen a single soul in the whole neighborhood.
"Mom, we do have neighbors, right?" Mom just looked at me weird.
"Of course we have neighbors; they're probably just on vacation. It's still summer you know." I rolled my eyes and carried the last box, one filled with some old paints, towards the door.
"You're sure we don't live in a ghost town?" I asked skeptically. Mom just sighed and walked inside.
"Max, trust me, people actually live here." I heard her laugh come form the hallway.
I just rolled my eyes and continued inside, the paints jostling around inside the box.
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