I had just moved to Las Vegas, Nevada from Manhattan. Thank god me and my mom moved in the summer because I hate school so much to start in the middle of the semester. I wasn't a girly girl, preppy, popular girl in school. I was just the mean, tomboyish, troublemaker in school. I guess you could call me popular since I was the toughest girl in school. At the end of the day I would get detention. Once, I got detention for bringing a knife to school someone must've snitched on me. Momma got that person bad. That led to another detention. Even though I was the troublemaker at school it doesn't mean that I didn't have any friends. I, Alexandra, and Ryder became friends in first grade. Alexandra was the good girl in school not getting into trouble and Ryder was the average guy sometimes getting into trouble and sometimes not. It was hard to leave them I try hard not to cry it's that I haven't cried since I was 13. Now I'm 16. Haven't cried for 3 years straight, amazing right?

"Hey Dan, you have two arms right? Help me with the boxes" My mom said obviously annoyed with her tone. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming". I helped her with the boxes and was surprised that the house didn't look that bad. I wasn't really used to living in houses because I lived in crappy apartment buildings in the ghetto/ the projects. I took out my cellphone out my back pocket to look at the time and date. June 30th, 6:30pm. Taking a walk, getting to know this neighborhood wouldn't be a problem would it? But I was SO wrong.

Sorry, short story next chapter will be longer