Chapter 1.

It was Sunday afternoon, and the September sun had cooled. My family and I had

just moved to San Diego. It seems Daddy was offered a better income here. "Celeste,

sweetie, are you riding with us?" I was looking at a picture of my friends, and was

too transfixed to listen. "Celeste?" She bent over my shoulder to see what I was

looking at. "Oh, sweetie, it's ok, you know Barbara was thinking of getting the

rest of the gang to move down here too." That caught my attention. "Really?" Mom

nodded. I put on a small smile. "Um, what did you say before?" "Oh! Are you riding

with us?" "Are Melanie and Crystal going?" "You know they can't they're still

unpacking in their homes. Payton and Preston have already smashed Melanies

antique clock," Mom said with a chuckle. Melanie and Crystal are my older sisters

if you didn't already catch that. "What about Jesse?" Mom shook her head. "He

isn't feeling well tonight. Only you and Chris will go with us." I put my head in my

hands, aggravated. Why is the youngest are put through torture? Mom noticed my

aggitation, and put her arms around me. "It won't be so bad you loved Audrey," she

smiled. "You and Drake were inseperable." I looked away. "Even so Mom, ten years

makes a difference, people change. Sometimes for better, sometimes for worse."

Mom sighed, "Come on let's quit moping, and get ready to go." She offered me her

hand, and I took it half-heartedly. As we were driving I let my mind wonder

through the past. Every memory from events to conversations. My father's voice

broke my trance. "We're here!" I opened my door, and approached the stoop.

Chris, who's 9, zoomed past me, and rang the doorbell about a dozen times.

The door finally opened and someone I did not recognize stood behind it. "Hi, I'm

Josh you must be the Margeras."