I have dreaded tomorrow for two months. New school, new people, new ways to screw up, new ways to get your heart broken. Just my luck.
I am Cheyenne Drake. I am from Atlanta, Georgia. But me and my mom, dad, and my big bro, Drew, have recently moved to the lifeless nightmare town of Oxford, Alabama.
Just when I had started to get my life back together it falls to pieces again when Mom and Dad informed Drew and I we were moving to this life-sucking trap of a town. Oh, and believe me, Drew and I threw a fit.
Drew was the most popular boy at our old school. Everyone loved him! When most of the high school girls thought about Drew they thought: star quarterback, honor roll student, sweet, caring, responsible, amazing, and total hottie! I mean Drew is a handsome dude, don’t get me wrong its just that its weird to think of some plastic cheerleader dreaming of my brother at night.
Drew has black thick,messy hair and blue eyes. He has that boy next door look that the girls just can’t get enough of. Of course, he can get enough of them. There is only one girl for my brother and that girl is Miranda Frey. She was the only reason Drew had ever disagreed with moving here. He could do without those stupid jock kids, but not without Miranda.
But anyway back to this freaking crap town. I will be attending Oxford Middle School . Or the students call it,"The Aquarium". The only person I have met so far is the girl who lives down the street. Her name is Sydney Gardener and she seems pretty nice, maybe a little crazy, but still nice.
Sydney informed me that all of the guys should totally fall in love with me, with my long curly black hair and my vibrant blue eyes. But, I beg to differ. I don’t know what kind of guys Sydney hangs out with, but no guy has ever liked me before.
Anyway, I am still adjusting to our new house. It’s like 30 years old and is set up really weird. It’s like I’m going to get some food from the kitchen and I end up in the living room. Like right now, I just accidentally walked into Drew’s room while he is unpacking. Let’s just say I saw some things I never want to see again.