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L.A. Invasion- Chapter 1: Oh Canada!
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Riley's POV
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Why do things like this always happen to people who don't deserve them? Take my family for instance, we were happy, normal I guess you could say. And at the point of break we fall apart. Well, given that the point of break was my dad leaving for no apparent reason, leaving my mom, brother, and I with nothing. Nice, right?
So here I am, in Canada. CANADA! I'm not even in the US anymore, much less Los Angeles, California. Stuck in a small home, with exactly four bedrooms. In Cali we had eight bedrooms. I had a room that had a balcony out looking the Pacific Ocean and now I have a room that out looks the house next door.
Not only that, but were living with my grandparents, that means five people in one house. It's enough drive anyone insane. Words can't describe how much I hate this place.
Today, I start Degrassi High. It should be choice, hint, I'm saying that with sarcasm. It sucks big time, I have no friends here, I'm going to be the awkward new girl, the role everyone hates to be. My mom says it's a wonderful school and that she had some of her fondest memories there, somehow I don't believe her. We are two completely different people, what was great for her, is going to be murder for me.
"Riley! Come out and eat breakfast!" Yeah, you guessed it. That's my mom. You would think that she'd forget about me seeing as though I've been locked in this room since we got here. But moms always remember the things you don't want them to.
Grabbing my baby blue Jansport backpack, I opened the door and headed down the hallway to the kitchen. I saw my family quaintly sitting around the table eating and laughing. I rolled my eyes at the site. It had to be joke, back home we never sat together while we ate, we were always scattered around various places of the house.
"Sit down, Dear. Your food is getting cold." My grandmother stated. The good thing about living here was that I was near my grandparents. They were the best, especially my grandmother, she always knew just what to say to make everything better.
"No. thanks though, Grandma. I'm just going to head out to school. Jason, are you walking with me or taking the bus?"
My brother looked up at me, about to answer my question, but my mom cut him off before he could speak. "Is that what you're wearing today?"
I looked down at my black Prada jeans and spaghetti-strap tank top. I shrugged, my outfit was perfectly fine, and she knew it. She's constantly trying to get a rise out of me. "What wrong with what I'm wearing, mom?"
"I kind of thought that you would be wearing something more subtle."
"Back home it never bothered you before what I wore. Why should this be any different?"
"That's just it, Riley." She continued to speak as she got up from the table bringing the dirty dishes to the sink. My eyes followed. "Canada is your home now, not California. You aren't dressing appropriately."
"How can you say that? This is NOT my home!" My voice rose higher with each word. This surely wasn't my home, and it never would be. I was robbed of my old life and forced to live someone else's. It wasn't fair.
By the way she took a deep breath and exhaled, I could tell she was angry. "Look, I'm not having this conversation with you. You are almost late for school, so I suggest you start walking." She pointed to the front door.
"Jace, c'mon."
He took a spoonful of his cereal, "I'm not done eating." speaking with his mouth full of the colorful substance. Yuck, Completely gross.
"Yeah, well, eat something at school because we're late."
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Spinner's POV
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I grinned seeing Paige walk up to me, man she was hot! It seems like every year she looks better. "Hello? Earth to Spinner!" She shouted, pushing me against my locker.
I shook my head hearing the tone of her voice. "What?"
"Did you see the new girl?"
"What? There's a new girl?"
"Yeah, a total poser. Comes in here with her designer clothing. . ."
Paige's voice trailed on and on, but I didn't listen. Instead my eyes focused over her shoulder at a girl standing behind her. I had never seen her before, so I assumed she was the girl Paige was all up in arms about. By her appearance she seemed different then the other girls here. Like she could care less. And that was a hard thing to find in a chick.
"Excuse me," The girl said, pushing Paige aside. "I need to get to my locker, and your big mouth is in the way."
"Gee that's polite, Hun."
"Hun?" Her eyebrow arched as if she were amused. "Is that what you call everyone around here?"
Paige let out an dramatic huff and left. Okay, that was totally unexpected, now I knew she really didn't give a shit about anything. Because, if she did, she would have been kissing Paige's ass.
"Shit!" She mumbled and hit the locker with her hand in anger.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Locker stuck?"
"Thanks for the obvious, genius."
"Here, let me do it." I offered.
She waved her hands in front of my face when I leant down to help. "I told you nothing was wrong. I don't need your help."
"Fine, suit yourself." I said as I grabbed my books and turned around to leave for class.
"Wait." I stopped hearing her voice. Like any girl, she couldn't get enough of the Spinner, okay, she just needed help with her locker. But hey, it was a start. Locker help today, date tomorrow. Although, something told me that was impossible.
"Change your mind?"
She rolled her eyes and pointed to the locker. "Please."
It only took a second before I got it opened. Once I did, she tried to push me away. "My name's Spinner by the way."
"Spinner. Interesting."
"What is that suppose to mean?"
She got her books from her locker and started walking, I followed her. "Well?"
"It's not everyday you hear a name like that."
"So? What's yours?"
"Riley Harrison."
L.A. Invasion- Chapter 1: Oh Canada!
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Riley's POV
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Why do things like this always happen to people who don't deserve them? Take my family for instance, we were happy, normal I guess you could say. And at the point of break we fall apart. Well, given that the point of break was my dad leaving for no apparent reason, leaving my mom, brother, and I with nothing. Nice, right?
So here I am, in Canada. CANADA! I'm not even in the US anymore, much less Los Angeles, California. Stuck in a small home, with exactly four bedrooms. In Cali we had eight bedrooms. I had a room that had a balcony out looking the Pacific Ocean and now I have a room that out looks the house next door.
Not only that, but were living with my grandparents, that means five people in one house. It's enough drive anyone insane. Words can't describe how much I hate this place.
Today, I start Degrassi High. It should be choice, hint, I'm saying that with sarcasm. It sucks big time, I have no friends here, I'm going to be the awkward new girl, the role everyone hates to be. My mom says it's a wonderful school and that she had some of her fondest memories there, somehow I don't believe her. We are two completely different people, what was great for her, is going to be murder for me.
"Riley! Come out and eat breakfast!" Yeah, you guessed it. That's my mom. You would think that she'd forget about me seeing as though I've been locked in this room since we got here. But moms always remember the things you don't want them to.
Grabbing my baby blue Jansport backpack, I opened the door and headed down the hallway to the kitchen. I saw my family quaintly sitting around the table eating and laughing. I rolled my eyes at the site. It had to be joke, back home we never sat together while we ate, we were always scattered around various places of the house.
"Sit down, Dear. Your food is getting cold." My grandmother stated. The good thing about living here was that I was near my grandparents. They were the best, especially my grandmother, she always knew just what to say to make everything better.
"No. thanks though, Grandma. I'm just going to head out to school. Jason, are you walking with me or taking the bus?"
My brother looked up at me, about to answer my question, but my mom cut him off before he could speak. "Is that what you're wearing today?"
I looked down at my black Prada jeans and spaghetti-strap tank top. I shrugged, my outfit was perfectly fine, and she knew it. She's constantly trying to get a rise out of me. "What wrong with what I'm wearing, mom?"
"I kind of thought that you would be wearing something more subtle."
"Back home it never bothered you before what I wore. Why should this be any different?"
"That's just it, Riley." She continued to speak as she got up from the table bringing the dirty dishes to the sink. My eyes followed. "Canada is your home now, not California. You aren't dressing appropriately."
"How can you say that? This is NOT my home!" My voice rose higher with each word. This surely wasn't my home, and it never would be. I was robbed of my old life and forced to live someone else's. It wasn't fair.
By the way she took a deep breath and exhaled, I could tell she was angry. "Look, I'm not having this conversation with you. You are almost late for school, so I suggest you start walking." She pointed to the front door.
"Jace, c'mon."
He took a spoonful of his cereal, "I'm not done eating." speaking with his mouth full of the colorful substance. Yuck, Completely gross.
"Yeah, well, eat something at school because we're late."
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Spinner's POV
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I grinned seeing Paige walk up to me, man she was hot! It seems like every year she looks better. "Hello? Earth to Spinner!" She shouted, pushing me against my locker.
I shook my head hearing the tone of her voice. "What?"
"Did you see the new girl?"
"What? There's a new girl?"
"Yeah, a total poser. Comes in here with her designer clothing. . ."
Paige's voice trailed on and on, but I didn't listen. Instead my eyes focused over her shoulder at a girl standing behind her. I had never seen her before, so I assumed she was the girl Paige was all up in arms about. By her appearance she seemed different then the other girls here. Like she could care less. And that was a hard thing to find in a chick.
"Excuse me," The girl said, pushing Paige aside. "I need to get to my locker, and your big mouth is in the way."
"Gee that's polite, Hun."
"Hun?" Her eyebrow arched as if she were amused. "Is that what you call everyone around here?"
Paige let out an dramatic huff and left. Okay, that was totally unexpected, now I knew she really didn't give a shit about anything. Because, if she did, she would have been kissing Paige's ass.
"Shit!" She mumbled and hit the locker with her hand in anger.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Locker stuck?"
"Thanks for the obvious, genius."
"Here, let me do it." I offered.
She waved her hands in front of my face when I leant down to help. "I told you nothing was wrong. I don't need your help."
"Fine, suit yourself." I said as I grabbed my books and turned around to leave for class.
"Wait." I stopped hearing her voice. Like any girl, she couldn't get enough of the Spinner, okay, she just needed help with her locker. But hey, it was a start. Locker help today, date tomorrow. Although, something told me that was impossible.
"Change your mind?"
She rolled her eyes and pointed to the locker. "Please."
It only took a second before I got it opened. Once I did, she tried to push me away. "My name's Spinner by the way."
"Spinner. Interesting."
"What is that suppose to mean?"
She got her books from her locker and started walking, I followed her. "Well?"
"It's not everyday you hear a name like that."
"So? What's yours?"
"Riley Harrison."