A/N: Just a little taste! After this the chapters will be a lot longer, I just have to ease my way into the story. Let me know what you think please!
I shifted uncomfortably, pulling my knees up to my chest and leaned into the window as far as my seatbelt would let me. Looking out all you could see was green. Trees, moss, bushes. I pulled my I pod out and flipped to one of my favorite songs, Trouble by NeverShoutNever, effectively tuning out my fathers god awful humming, and my sisters light snoring. On the outside me and my sister, whom was two years my senior and never let me forget it, looked alike in nearly every way. We both had the bronze hair that fell in perfect ringlets and passed our shoulders. We had chocolate eyes and heart shaped faces. Whereas I had defined curves and muscles from my twelve years of soccer, my sister had light rounded flirtatious curves. I stuffed my I pod into my sweatshirt pocket and picked up the book my sister Kristen had left lying in-between us.
"Girls We're here!" My mother joyfully screeched from the front seat. I held back my laughter as she threw open the car door moments before the car came to a full stop in front of a blue-ish green house with two stories, three bedrooms, and two bathrooms. I stared in awe for a moment before jumping out of the car and racing up the front steps. It was funny how no matter how constant the moves were from house to house I always got worked up and overwhelmed. Every. Single. Time. Can you say loser ten times fast?
I chuckled as my dad struggled with the four duffel bags we'd kept back from the movers. With one side-ways glance at my sister we jogged over to my dad and grabbed our respective bags. We nearly skipped inside peering into the living room. It was a fairly good size with a black leather couch and matching love seat. One round coffee table were caddy-corner from the matching set.
"Camryn your room is upstairs on the right while Kristen yours is on the left!" my mother called form her perch on the kitchen counter.
I hiked up the stairs and maneuvered my way into the door to the right. I nearly gasped at the sight.
In the far left corner there was a balcony with navy blue and white curtains the matched the bedspread covering the queen bed in the closest left hand corner. In the middle of the wall on the right surrounded by white end tables was a gorgeous cherry wood bookcase covered top to bottom in the most important aspect of my endless book collections.
Caught up in my own little world I nearly screamed when my phone died giving off a loud ringer. Waiting a moment to set my breathing at a normal speed I glanced at the alarm clock perched on the end table I read 12:07 pm. I sighed and quickly pulling on a pair of comfortable flannel pajama bottoms and a tank top I crawled into my bed for the night.