This is just the beginning to my book. This girl and her family are moving to a new place. After the girl gets comfortable later on and meets new friends she is going to find an old ragged book at a second hand store that catches her eye. The book eventually takes the girl and her freinds on different adventures. I just want to see what people think of how I am starting it out. Thanks
I was sitting in the back seat of the car, my dad, Jim was driving while my mom sat on the passenger side. My face was pressed against the glass of my window, I could feel the coldness, like ice, on my face, being since it was fourty something degrees outside. While I sat there with my head rested all I could do was daydream about what was going to happen, having to move to a new town:
The fact of moving didn't thrill me at all. Being seventeen meant a new school, new freinds and new places. I didn't know how I was going to cope with all of this, though meeting new people seemed interesting. The only things that really bothered me more about the idea was the fact of leaving my old house that I practically grew up in and leaving all my friends behind. I knew I could write to them and see them occasionally, but it was still agonizing to me. I kept playing it over and over in my mind about how the new place was going to be. We were moving from Alabama which is a very warm state all the way to Minnesota, which meant cold weather. The cold doesn't bother me though. So that I could live with.
"Lizzy, are you okay back there?" my mom asked. "You havn't said a word since we left the house two hours ago." After taking a deep breath I answered her. "I am fine mom, just thinking." Out the corner of my eye I could see her starring at me. I don't know why she does that, she knows it bothers me when I am starred at. My mom was very attractive, her hair was dark and half way down her back, her skin was slightly pale and she had the prettiest blue eyes I had ever seen, and having a body to die for. I have always been very close to my mom, more like best freinds. My dad on the other hand was a totally different story, I didn't get to see him much, he was always working, actually, that is why we are moving, so he can go with his job. He works with a construction company building those big, fancy mansion like homes. When the company found better business oppurtunities, it didn't take them long to decide to up and move.
I was sitting in the back seat of the car, my dad, Jim was driving while my mom sat on the passenger side. My face was pressed against the glass of my window, I could feel the coldness, like ice, on my face, being since it was fourty something degrees outside. While I sat there with my head rested all I could do was daydream about what was going to happen, having to move to a new town:
The fact of moving didn't thrill me at all. Being seventeen meant a new school, new freinds and new places. I didn't know how I was going to cope with all of this, though meeting new people seemed interesting. The only things that really bothered me more about the idea was the fact of leaving my old house that I practically grew up in and leaving all my friends behind. I knew I could write to them and see them occasionally, but it was still agonizing to me. I kept playing it over and over in my mind about how the new place was going to be. We were moving from Alabama which is a very warm state all the way to Minnesota, which meant cold weather. The cold doesn't bother me though. So that I could live with.
"Lizzy, are you okay back there?" my mom asked. "You havn't said a word since we left the house two hours ago." After taking a deep breath I answered her. "I am fine mom, just thinking." Out the corner of my eye I could see her starring at me. I don't know why she does that, she knows it bothers me when I am starred at. My mom was very attractive, her hair was dark and half way down her back, her skin was slightly pale and she had the prettiest blue eyes I had ever seen, and having a body to die for. I have always been very close to my mom, more like best freinds. My dad on the other hand was a totally different story, I didn't get to see him much, he was always working, actually, that is why we are moving, so he can go with his job. He works with a construction company building those big, fancy mansion like homes. When the company found better business oppurtunities, it didn't take them long to decide to up and move.