I thought of this book when I thought about the guy I like. He just moved back to my town two years ago. I would say that the way the guy talks is from my personality. He is alot like me (though I'm a girl :)). I created Kameron to express my feelings... wow, that was deep. (LOL)

As always R&R,

Kelsie Kato

Star Born

By Kelsie Kato

Chapter One

Moving

My eyes darted back and forth furiously. I was looking for someone, anyone, that wasn't on the other team. I was surrounded by unfamiliar faces. I dribbled down to half court hoping to pass it to someone so they could make the shot. I looked, eveyone was guarded by somebody else. I took the shot and...

The moving van door slammed shut, breaking me away from where I really wanted to be. I looked at the house behind me, it wasn't my house anymore, no, we were moving to Spokane, Washington. My mom says new experiences are important. I personally thought trekking through the city every day would be confusing, I liked riding my bike six miles to school every morning, it was refreshing.

"Let's go Kam!" my mother shouted, a little too loudly.

My mother was a farmer her whole life. I didn't know how she would cope in the city, all those side-streets, gangs, and mostly the pollution. I particularly hated the smell of the city. She was always telling me to worry about myself, but really I needed to worry about her, there was something about her slender face and prominent features that made her look almost sickly.

As I climbed into the car, taking one last look at my old life before I plunged into the unknown, I realized I had forgotten something.

"Wait, mom I forgot something," I said, I was almost annoyed that I could forget such a thing, it was so important I hid it where nobody would ever find it.

I ran up the two flights of steps that led up to a small hallway. There were three doors. I ripped open the one on the right. running in I tripped over a small nail about a half inch above the floorboards. I cursed angrily and got up. I ran over to the sliding glass door and tore it open.

"Mom I'm going to fix something, it'll take a few," my mother just nodded impatiently.

I turned and doubled back going towards the closet in the back of the room. I pulled the key up off the hook next to the door, my hands were trembling so hard i couldn't get the key in the lock. When I looked down I saw why I was trembling so badly. Blood was trickling down my leg, it was oozing out of a tear in my skin where the nail hit me. My scratch could wait, I had to get what I came here for. I concentrated on opening the door. I twisted the key until it clicked. Leaving the key in the lock, I opened the door.

The small space seemed depressing, only a reminder of everything I would soon be leaving behind. I grabbed a rag off the shelf and wiped up the blood caking my leg. I looked intently down, trying to remember which floorboards it was under. I saw two of them leaving just enough space between to show that there was a compartment underneath them.

I jumped down, expertly pulling up the boards, I had done it a million times. After the second one was lying next to me i pulled up a small rubber made, about the size of a shoe-box. On the top it read in bold lettering, "Letters." I grabbed up the box realizing in an instant that the little bag that held the key was no longer taped to the side, I had to find it. I needed to leave a letter here for the new owners kid.

I reached down in the hold to feel my hand fall on a small velvet bag. Pulling it out I tugged on the top, unbunching the top, leaving a small opening that I reached my fingers into, fishing around until I felt the small key. I shoved the little key into the lock, opening the box i saw something that hadn't been there before.

It was addressed to me, but I had never seen it before. I opened it and began to read.