Seattle
CHAPTER 1
It was a day like any other day, and guess what? It sucked. Obviously. I mean, being in Seattle, where it rained cats and dogs, I didn't even get the reason why Mum and Dad moved us here.
Mum, I kinda mean, 'cause all Dad did was slouch on the couch, eating his hot taco sauce, which was delicious, by the way, if you tried it.
Oh! Did I forget to introduce myself? Well, I'm Abigail, sweet sixteen, and I come from a family of five, aka the Andrews. And not to brag, but I'm the nerd of my family. You know, 'cause come on, every family has a nerd. Like, that one person who loves to stay indoors, read books, never goes to a party, and is always stuck in her head.
Well, that's me. Your famous introvert right there.
"Abii!"
"Mum?"
"Help me take the boxes upstairs, would ya?"
"Okay."
Ahhh! A loud scream came from Jess's room. Of course, that's typical of my older—let me not put it—hotter sister. I wonder which mayhem she stirred up now.
"Jess, what's it this time?"
"I can't find my black basic top, and that was limited edition! I had to save for weeks to get it!"
"What's so bad about losing one top—"
I couldn't finish that sentence before Jess glared at me with that disgusted, scoffy look, with a vibe that said, What would you know?
"Fine!" yelled Mum. "We could go to the mall later, and you can pick a new one."
That's when my devil of a sister finally smiled.
I got into arranging the house. Couldn't have Mum complaining, even though I wished we could have been in our old house. But I guess Mum wanted a new start ever since Dad lost his job. She had gone a little bit nuts, but if moving here could make her happier, I guess moving here it is.
Plus, her company promoted her to assistant project manager, so Seattle was very much part of the plan.
I mean, there is nothing like three kids and a deadbeat husband—and I say that with no offense to Dad, 'cause, I mean, I love my dad.
"Father Lord, bless this food as we eat. Amen."
We prayed before we ate. The dining table was actually very silent. No one really talked, except my older brother, Jason, who was applying for one of the colleges in Seattle. He used his fork to stab the pork like they had had beef in a past life.
I mean, he was exceptionally loud as a person. I say this with all due respect, but when you're the younger sister of these two, you learn to basically keep quiet in things like this.
"So, Dad, how is the intel on our new school coming up?"
My perfect sis pointed out, which at least made the atmosphere much lighter.
"Well," said my father. Philip was his name, or Mr. Philip, or simply Philly to Uncle Jared, I guess. But we called him Dad, if you know what I mean.
"Okay, I will let the perfect Blondie continue."
"Okay, you guys are going to Monter High starting from tomorrow. Isn't that, like, a popular high school in Seattle?"
"Yeah, it's, like, expensive."
"Well, nothing is too expensive for my kids, isn't it right, Philip?"
"You mean our kids," said Dad, as they stared at each other like they were about to engage in a fight.
"Except your dad didn't bring a penny for your school."
"Becca, stop it. The kids are here."
Okay, these are the times the three of us pretend to be full. I think my parents got the memo, but it was too late as we all gushed in different directions.
Right now, my only thought was Monter High and what would come with it.
I sighed as I removed my glasses, polished them with a tissue, and put them back in their case.
Not to brag, but I am a perfectionist.
