Part One
I checked myself in the full length mirror again. I pulled my jean short shorts down a bit and I straightened my tongues on my favorite black chuck taylors. I ran a hand through my long reddish brown hair and sighed, Today was my first day at a new school. My mom and I had moved from Michigan to L.A. for the obvious reasons. That’s right we we’re hiding from the C.I.A. Just kidding, my mom got a new job. She’s a lawyer and also a part time artist. She moved to a new law firm in L.A. We argued a lot about the move. I was going to miss my friends and school, but most of all I was going to miss where I grew up. It was only my mom and I though so there wasn’t much stuff to unpack so that was a plus.
“Mia! Hurry or you’re going to be late.” My mom called up the stairs.
I looked at my clock, an hour already had passed? Whoa, time flies. I tripped over boxes and baskets to get out of my new room, which was probably two times the size of my old bedroom.
“Coming Mom!” I called and I noticed that I had forgotten my bag and I huffed.
“Another journey into the jungle.” I muttered.
After about another five minutes, I emerged with my bag slung over my shoulder and my cellphone in hand.
“Barely survived that.” I said to myself.
“Mia! Hurry!” Mom yelled.
“I’m coming!” I shouted.
It’s not like I wasn’t lost in a sea of boxes mother.
I ran down the stairs and met her at the bottom of the stairs.
“What did you do? Get lost?” She asked, a smirk on her face.
I blew a stray strand of hair out of my face and scowled at her. I followed her out of the house and into the warm sun. Definitely not like Michigan. My mom pulled out of the driveway and we were off.
