Entangled Dreams

Chapter One

A/N;
Can we just take a moment to appreciate how perfect this cover of problem is 😍 oh my goodness.
And this book is about an alternate universe, so Chandler is still Chandler but he's not the Chandler we know

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Everything went by in a blur as the girl watched out of the window. The sun was blocked by the tall trees, standing in all of their pride as the car drove past. Her headphones blasted Melanie Martinez's album "Crybaby" as her eyes glared at the road, moving closer to their new life's and farther from the old.

Atlanta, Georgia. There destination. It was miles and miles away from her real home, sunny California. Of course the only reason they were moving this far to boring ol' Atlanta was because of her father.

Camille was still infuriated that her stupid parents moved her from her friends.

"Are we there yet?" The sixteen year old groaned to her parents, just wanting to get this journey done and over with.

And as soon as she asked she got a reply by her parents, "Just a few more minutes sweetie" Camille's mother, Jennifer's sweet and calm voice said.

After hearing those words, the teen zoned out again and tapped her painted nails on her phone case to the beat of Sippy Cup. She hummed along the words of 'Blood still stains when the sheets are washed, sex don't sleep when the lights are off, kids are still depressed when you dress them up, and syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup'.

The reason for this stupid move; her father's work. And it wasn't like it was just for a few months, no this was permanent. Her life plans of growing up, having children, and forcing her children to marry her best friend's children were totally over. She would miss the beautiful coast where she could tan, and find really cute beach guys (A/N; I feel like I'm making her sound like a whore tffff).

Just as the car pulled into a drive way she saw the gorgeous and huge caramel house that seemed so welcoming. It had a beautiful flower garden at the front of the balcony and the pastel coloured drawings on the drive way which made the sixteen year  old laugh, realizing they were probably the children's that lived here before her.

'Note to self;' she had thought to herself, 'New goal is to get back at my damn parents for moving me away from my life' she thought and smirked.

Now, Camille was always a good girl, she got good grades and always did what she was told. But this time, she was furious that she lived in such a boring city now, all thanks to her parents for getting her father to take the job.

The sixteen year old opened the old white painted door and glared at the sight, there was dust covering the table tops and the floors, almost if no one had lived here fore years but there was one thing. The drawings she had seen on the drive way. But when she looked back, they weren't there, as if it were a mere illusion.

"Well I guess this is my new life" she muttered to herself, placing her bag down on the floor.

As her eyes took in the dusty state she heard her mother say something with glee in her voice.

"No one has lived here for quite a while, but we're going to change that" she said in that annoying happy voice.