Alright, so here is another new story. When I get writers block on the other stories that I'm writing, I write new ones and here's what I got. To be honest I actually had this idea since last year, but never got to it...so here it is now.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own the WWE Or TNA or any wrestlers

P.S. This is told from Mickie's P.O.V

I straightened my hair and flattened my clothes.

Taking a deep breath, I turned on my video camera and began talking.

"Hi! My name is Mickie James. I'm a junior in high school and am 16 years old. As you can see through my brand new camera I have long auburn hair and pretty nice blue eyes. I'm pretty smart and not very social. It's not than I'm a loser or anything I'm just-"

"NO! YOU ARE A LOSER!"

"Shut the hell up Chris!"

I turned back to the web-cam.

"Sorry. That was my idiot step brother Chris Irvine. He's just a total jackass and I advise you not to listen to him. Anyway as I was saying I'm not very social and I am not a loser. I just don't want to go and put out to the disgusting pigs in my school just so I can climb that social ladder. I do have friends though. They are the same as me, awesome. I currently live in Chicago, Illinois and attend Jacobs High School. But pretty soon that's all gonna change. You see, Chris' dad, Ethan just got promoted and has been transferred to Stars Hollow, Massachusetts. From what I've read on the internet there are only like 15,000 people living there. What kind of town is that? Only has 15,000 people? Anyway, we're moving there in a few days and I'm being forced to leave my friends and everything I love behind. Lucky for me, there are a few people out there that I do know. Chris' cousin, Jay lives out there. You might hear me refer to Jay as Christian from time to time. That's his nickname. I really have no idea why but that's it. Christian's mom is Chris' mom's sister. I've met Christian from time to time when he came to visit Chris. Anyway-"

"Are you talking to yourself?"

I rolled my eyes and turned to see Chris standing there. His short blonde hair was spiked up and he was wearing his usual cocky grin.

Chris and I were the same age. I've actually known him since I was 2. We went to daycare together and preschool and kindergarten. Our parents got married when we were 11, and he's been a pain in my ass ever since.

Don't get me wrong, I do love Chris. We've been through a lot together. I guess because we've known each other for so long we really are like real brother and sister.

And just like every brother and sister, we ALWAYS fight.

"No asshole. I'm talking to the people." I pointed at the camera.

"Okay." He rolled his eyes. "Your mom says that you better be packing. We have to be ready to leave in 3 days."

I sighed. "I know. I'm almost done anyway."

Chris nodded sadly. He didn't want to leave either. He had his friends here as well. He even has a girlfriend. Brandi is her name. To be honest, I hate that bitch. She's a total skank. But that's a discussion for another day.

Chris looked back at the camera. "Did she mention the fact that she's still a virgin?"

"CHRIS!" I shrieked, "SO ARE YOU IDIOT! Get out!" I pushed him out the door and turned back towards the camera.

"Ignore everything he says. So where was I? Oh yeah, moving. I really don't want to move. For a while I actually considered moving in with my dad, Joe, but that was out of the question, considering the restraining order we have against him. You see when I was 7 my parents divorced. My dad was abusive towards my mom. He was for several years. She always took it. One day however, he hit me. And that was the last straw. My mom was not going to let that happen, so as soon as that happened, mom packed our bags and we left. After the divorce my dad kept stalking us. We'd move to one place and he'd show up days later. My mom got fed up and petitioned the court for a restraining order and considering his abusive past, we got it. So, I haven't seen my dad since I was 7. And like I said when my mom announced we were moving, I actually considered calling my dad. I knew he lived in the Chicago area, so I thought maybe…Oh never mind. Chris is kind of in the same situation as me. His parents got divorced when he was 9. His mom, Felicia had an affair with a neighbor. She has never had custody of Chris. She never even asked for it."

I sighed and took a sip of water.

"You know there are times I feel bad for Chris. Even though my dad is not great, he still attempted to see me. Chris' mom doesn't even care."

I felt tears begin to well in my eyes. Mine and Chris' past was filled with pain and we tried our best to forget it. So when I bring it up or think of it, it hurts.

"So, the whole reason that I am doing this," I gestured towards the camera, "Is because I want to document my journey. I want to show what its like to pick up your whole live and move somewhere else. I want to show what its like being the new kid. Maybe someday this video can be used for scientists or something. I don't know, just to show what it's really like."

I gave a small smile and turned off the camera.

I sighed as I looked at everything around me. All of my person belongings, my life were now packed up in boxes.

The only things really left were pictures of my friends and I sitting on my dresser. I walked over to it and lifted one of my pictures. It was of my friends, Abby, Becca, Christine, Adam and I. We were all sitting in a booth at a restaurant in downtown Chicago. It was taken on my 16th birthday. It was probably one of the happiest moments of my life. I had to keep from crying as I packed it in one of the boxes.

The next picture was of me and my best friend Tiffany. We were lying on beach chairs, in bikinis, on the beach in Florida. Tiffany's parents had announced they were going on a vacation to Florida and invited me with them. It was hard to believe that at one time Tiff and I were inseparable and now we would be barley seeing each other.

I put that one in the box as well. I didn't look at the other pictures as I put them away. It was to hard to remember the memories as I put them away. There was only one left.

It was of me and my dad when I was 5.

I don't remember the day it was taken but by the look of it, I was happy. He was pushing me on the sings in a park. He was smiling and laughing too. It was the most important picture that I had. It was all I really had left of my dad.

I finished packing and closed my eyes. I hated change. I hated this.

I was sitting on the plane waiting for take off. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and pulled out my camera.

"Hey. This is entry 2 in this video diary. I am currently sitting on flight 347 non-stop to Massachusetts. Today is the day. The day that I leave my former life forever. I can honestly say that these past few days haven't been easy. I've had to say goodbye to everyone that I loved. There were many tear filled hugs, and moments. It sucked. Anyway here is a little look at the plane that is taking me into my new life."

I took the camera and spun it around the airplane. People were still sitting down and filing into the plane.

"I have to turn this off soon, but I will be back. As soon as we get to the new house, I will be back!" I winked at the camera before I turned it off.

Sitting back in my seat, I closed my eyes. This really sucked. I turned beside me and Chris had his head back and iPod on.

He was having a tough time, just like me. Apparently he and Brandi broke up. Which, I was okay with.

I mentioned before how I hated Brandi. I hated her with good reason though. When I was 13 I had my first real boyfriend. His name was Pete. I really liked him.

But one day, he called me and told me that Brandi offered to let him get the 2nd base if he broke up with me. So he did.

Then less than 2 years ago, Brandi and Chris started dating.

I'm gonna be honest here, I don't understand what's so great about her. I mean she has greasy, stringy brown hair, and the tips of her hair was dyed bleach blonde. You know, I'm pretty sure she never actually washed her hair.

She had this ugly, thin long nose that had a weird point on the end, that curved upward slightly. She had like no boobs. If you held a book right next to her, you'd think they were twin. She always wore shirts that ended right above her belly button, and shorts that barley covered her ass.

Seriously, she's a whore!

And apparently she didn't want to be in a long distance relationship. She told Chris that there were plenty of guys who were willing to stay in Chicago in order to be with her.

Like I said, whore.

I looked up at the house in front of me. It was pretty decent sized. I think it had about 4 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, a large and fully furnished kitchen and dining-room, a living-room, family room, finished basement that could be turned into another bedroom/living-room and a large backyard with a deck and pool.

Chris shrugged his shoulders and walked into the house. I pulled out my camera and turned it on.

" I'm back for entry 2 part 2. We just got to the house and here it I." I turned the camera around to show the house. With the camera still on the house, I began talking. "Chris is already in there, so I bet he got the best room, but I'm sure there are other good ones. Okay, so this is the first time I've even seen this house, so I have no idea what the inside is like."

I stepped through the door. The inside was huge. To the right, there was a large staircase leading upstairs, but just past it was what I think is the dining room. The room was square shaped, except where the windows where. That's where the room was slightly curved, kind of like an oval. The floors were all wood and the walls were painted beige.

"Pretty big." I muttered into the camera. There was a door on the far-side of the room that lead into the kitchen. The walls of the kitchen were painted white and so were the cabinets, while the counter tops were navy blue marble. There was a large silver fridge and stove in the center of all the counter tops. Where the counters ended there were giant glass, sliding doors that lead into the backyard. At the center of the room there was already a wooden table, surrounded by 5 wooden chairs.

There were no walls that closed off the end of the kitchen. Instead, just past the table, there was a single step, and I was once again brought to the staircase.

When I looked to the left of the stairs, there was the living room. The carpets were sky blue and the walls were also wood. Fake wood I think. There was a bathroom on one side of the room and another single stair that lead up to a small square room, that didn't have walls. I swear there are no walls in the house. There were 4 white pillars that surrounded the room and the room lead back into the kitchen.

Walking back through the hallway I noticed a door by the staircase that I hadn't seen before. The basement, I think. I'll check that later.

"Maybe I should check out the upstairs huh?"

Climbing up the stairs, I could hear mom and Ethan outside talking to the movers, telling them to be careful.

At the top, there was a wide, long hallway. To my immediate left there was a closet door. I walked down some more and saw that the hallway actually split off in both directions. Slightly down the small hallway to the left, was a door that was open. I could see Chris moving around inside. Right outside his bedroom, was another bathroom. I turned around and saw that the door directly across from Chris' was also open. This was the room that was in the slight hallway on the right.

The room was painted a pale yellow and was pretty big. Double the size of my old room. There were large windows that looked out over the street. There was a closet left of the windows. I thought that it was just a simple door that opened up and was tiny. But I was wrong. It was a full on walk-in closet! I couldn't believe it.

"This is SO my room!"

I walked out and saw another bathroom right outside the door. It was relatively big. Had a toilet, and bath/shower. There was a double counter with a sink in the center and a double mirror. "Nice."

"Let's check out the other rooms."

I walked back into the main hallway and saw that a little ways down there were 2 more doors. The one on the right was the master, which was defiantly my parent's room and the one on the left was just a guest room.

"So you've all seen the new house. Well, except the basement, but we could check that out later. The next time that I will turn this on, Everything will be in its place and my new life here will begin. Stay tuned for entry 2 part 3!" I winked and turned off the camera.

Unpacking was not going to be easy.

There is the first chapter. It may not seem like much now, but trust me there's more to come!

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