Chapter One
After school, I ran to the mailbox like I have been doing for weeks. Checking for that life changing letter. Peaking inside I see what I’ve been waiting for. The letter felt heavy in my arms. My mouth felt drier than a desert. Addressed to me, Emilee Gonzales, from UCLA, my dream college. I stopped for a moment, although not a religious person, I prayed for anybody listening to please have this be an acceptance letter. I slowly started to open the letter, my thoughts going wild. My eyes dance across the letter.
Dear Emilee Gonzales,
Congratulation! We are pleased to offer you admission to UCLA for the fall quarter of 2019.
I could hardly contain my excitement. I let out a squeal where my older brother, Miguel, came running into the living room with a worried expression.
“Emilee, what the hell is wrong?”
“I did it! I fucking did it!” I was now jumping up and down. I throw the sheet of paper where he then picked it up and read the letter.
“Oh Emilee, Mom and dad would be so proud of you.” He pulled me in for a hug. You see, my mom and dad were killed in a drunk driving accident 3 years ago. I was only 15. My brother, only 19, decided to drop out of college to take care of me. We had no other family.
Smiling, I decided to text my best friend. I met Isaiah in kindergarten, and we have been inseparable since.
Me: Guess who just got an acceptance letter from UCLA
Isaiah: John Cena?
Me: Haha very funny
Isaiah: I’m proud of you, Minnie
I smile wide at the nickname he gave me. I used to be obsessed with Minnie Mouse. Not to mention, I am also a very tiny girl. Only 5 feet tall. Whereas Isaiah is a giant compared to me, standing at 6 feet 4 inches.
Me: Thank you, Bigfoot
Smiling, I danced over to bother Miguel. I plopped onto his bed and started poking him as he was playing his soccer Xbox game.
“Emilee, what are you doing?” Miguel questioned pissed off
“Let’s celebrate! I literally just got accepted into my dream school. I’m to excited to just mope around and do nothing. Please Miguel?” I stared at him with my puppy eyes I know he can’t resist.
“What do you want to do?” He starts turning off his game.
“Well, how about I kick your ass at mini golfing?” I know he can’t turn down a game of mini golf. Also, we live in a small town in Michigan. There’s not much to do. “And then let’s go get some ice cream?”
I watch as he acts like he’s thinking about it. But I see in the glint in his eyes that he’s game.
“Alright, let’s go.
As we pull into the parking lot, I see a group of people I haven’t seen before. I was immediately intrigued, not many new people come into our small town. In the group of people of about 10, my eyes jump to someone. A boy with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I jump when I see him staring right back at me.
“Is everything alright, Emilee?” Miguel must’ve noticed when I jumped. Staring back at the guy, I didn’t even hear Miguel. Who are these people? Who is Mr. Blonde over there? I wonder what it looks like under that t-shirt. Those are just a few of the thoughts I encountered while staring into those gorgeous eyes.
“Emilee?” I wake up out of my trance.
“Oh jeez. Sorry Mig, I was just um looking at that group over there. I’ve never seen them around?”
“Oh yes, they must be the ones that bought Mr. Smith’s mansion.” Mr. Smith was a wealthy, old man, who recently decided to move to Arizona for the nice weather. The mansion was in the middle of the woods. Acres and acres surrounding the place. I’ve heard that there is even a small lake somewhere on the property.
“Oh, they all live together?” What are they? A fucking cult?
“Yeah, I think so. But hey, if the house is big enough, why wouldn’t they?”
I look back to the group to see they are all still there except Blondie. My stomach sinks and I almost feel a bit sad. Jeez Emilee, get your shit together. You haven’t even met the fucker yet. And he’s already making me sad? Imagine getting to know him. How he could absolutely destroy my feelings. I guess just another reason to stay away from him. I have 2 more weeks of school left until I graduate and then 2 more months until I go almost 2,300 miles away to UCLA. No boy is going to ruin my dreams.
A/N
I know these are incredibly annoying, but this is my very first book ever and I would like any advice and/or feedback. It would be much much appreciated.
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Daniellelovespuppies
