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A/N: This is my first attempt at a Joan of Arcadia fic., I'm sorry if I get a few things wrong.
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Sarah: Chapter 1
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I stepped off the plane and looked around the Arcadia airport. This city was supposed to be my new home but for some reason I already didn't like it. I mean, it's not as if I've ever lived in one set place for more than two months at a time. I guess that's what happens when your dad is a cop who transfers a lot.
"C'mon Kyle." I said to my eleven-year-old brother who was standing beside me.
He looked up from the map he had been studying. "What?" he asked.
"Let's go. We gotta meet dad in twenty minutes." I told him as I started walking towards the baggage claim.
"If we have time, can we get something to eat?" Kyle asked as he trailed behind me.
"If we have time." I replied.
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After we got our luggage, I stopped and let Kyle go get something to eat. While my little brother was ordering, I opened my bag and turned my cell phone on so I could see where we were supposed to meet our dad.
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After meeting up with dad, we left the airport and he drove Kyle and me to our new house. Dad had told us that we would be living here for longer than a couple of months so he had bought a house instead of renting an apartment like he normally did.
I really didn't believe him when he told us we were going to stay here. He had said that before and we never did so why should I believe him now?
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I walked through the house looking at each of the rooms finally choosing one for myself. Even though I had chosen the smallest room, it was still at least twice the size of any of my other bedrooms.
I threw my bags on the floor and collapsed on the bed. I had lived in Arcadia before when I was only about nine or ten years old. Things hadn't worked out the so why should I expect them to now?
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A couple of hours later, after everything was unpacked, I decided to take a walk. Without even realizing it, I found myself walking towards my old friend's house.
It was a little after five in the evening so I hoped Adam would be home.
I knocked on the door and his father answered.
"Hello Mr. Rove, is Adam home?" I asked.
"Sarah? I haven't seen you in forever. I'm sorry but Adam is over at the Girardi's right now. If you want I can get their address."
"Um. No. It's okay. I'll see him at school-" But Mr. Rove cut me off saying, "Ah. There he is right now."
I turned around to see Adam walking with another childhood friend, Grace Polk, and a pretty, dark haired girl.
"Hey!" I called to Adam.
"Anne. I thought you said you we're gonna be here next week." he replied.
"You know I've always had a bad since of timing." I joked.
"Sarah Peterson?" Grace asked, finally recognizing me.
"Hey Grace."
Grace turned to face Adam. "You were expecting her?"
"Yeah."
My cell phone started to ring so I answered it. It turned out to be my dad. He wanted me to come home for dinner.
"Hey adam, that was dad. I gotta get home but I'll see ya tomorrow or something'. 'Kay?"
"'Kay. Bye Anne." Adam said.
As I walked back home, I thought of how Adam had come to calling me Anne instead of Sarah. My full name is Sarah-Anne Maria Peterson. Adam thought that because everyone called me Sarah, he should call me Anne. I don't know why, not that it bother's me. I've gotten used to it.
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~Chrystyna~
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