Moving

I was not excited at all. I sat in the car, watching in despair as the people flashed past my car window. I hated big cities, absolutely detested them...and yet my mom was still making me move here. Finally, we pulled up to our house- luckily it was on the outskirts of town- and I sighed as my mom breathed in deeply. "Wow, I forgot how different this place smells than Kansas," she commented and I raised my eyebrow in boredom and dread. "Yeah...still wish I could smell Kansas," I muttered and my mom glared at me. "C'mon, Megs, at least give me a break once and a while. It was really nice of your aunt to let us live here." I nodded reluctantly. I had to admit that it had been nice of my aunt Patti to let us stay at her house in Santa Carla while my mom and dad sorted out their differences (in other words, grew more apart until they divorced.) "Yeah, I know. It's just...you know how I feel about big cities," I told her as we both got out of the car and started unloading our bags. "I am sorry about that, hon, but at least we don't live in the city. And you'll get used to it," she promised. Empty words, I thought to myself. There was no way I was getting used to this hell hole. "Guys! You made it!" a familiar voice cried from the doorway of the large house overlooking the beach (I had to admit that the beach would be fun.) "Patti!" my mom exclaimed, dropping her stuff to run over to her sister and hug her. "I'm so glad you're safe!" my aunt told my mom, holding her out at arm's length. That's when she saw me. "Hey, Megan. How are you?" Horrible. Depressed. Close to dying. "Fine," I lied and hugged her half-heartedly. "Well, here, I'll just have Marko help you guys with the luggage," Patti promised, hollering my cousin's name. When he appeared, I was surprised. The last time I'd seen him, his hair had been cropped short and had been oily smooth. Now only the top was smooth, and the rest of his shoulder-length hair was curled in a bad perm. He was decked out in a full biker's outfit- black leather, chrome silver, all that junk. He smiled at me and then went around quietly to grab some bags out of the trunk. I followed him up to the top floor, where he set my bags in a small guest room. He didn't say a word the whole time, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable. I was use to him being extremely quiet...and to tell the truth, I wasn't much of a talker, either. I appraised my room with judgemental eyes. It was small, but cute and comfortable, with a small bed next to a dresser with just enough room for a lamp. Across from the bed was a two-door closet, and next to the bed was a rather large window. The blinds were pulled shut, and I immediately opened them. Too bad it's not facing the beach, I thought with a sigh. Even if I'd had the beach view, it still wouldn't have been home. And it never would be. Tears stung my eyes, but I held them off. Later, I promised myself and started to unpack, trying to focus on other things than my sorrow. "Hey, Megan!" a small voice cried from my doorway, and I looked up to see none other than Laddie, my very young cousin and Marko's little brother. "Hey, Laddie!" I replied, opening my arms out wide so that he could run into them. After hugging him tightly, I forced myself to smile back at his happy little face. "So, do you wanna go down to the Boardwalk tonight? All the rides are really fun! And...my mom doesn't want me to read comics, but there's a really good comic store down there that I'd like to go to," he blurted out all at once. It took all my strength just to nod and say "yes". How could I let little Laddie down? He beamed up at me. "Thanks, Megan!" With that, he scampered off. I sighed heavily. So, when I was trying to avoid the city, instead I was pulled into it? Great. Just great.

NOTE: Okay, hey, people! This is my first story so go easy on me, I'm a beginner.