Goin To California, chapter 1
Rhiannon's POV
I stepped out of the taxi into the bright Californian sun, followed by my two best friends Abigail and Arthur. I yanked my suitcase out of the boot of the car and nearly knocked Abigail out in the process.
"Caitlin, get your arse out of the cab this instant!" I called to my little sister, who was still inside the car.
"Not looking like this I'm not!"
"Oh come on, it's not that bad!"
"Easy for you to say when it's your fault in the first place."
"Oh, for the last bloody time, I did not mean to dye your hair blonde!" I had attempted to dye her hair black for her. For some reason, it didn't quite work. She stomped past me and snarled in my ear, "Thanks Rhiannon, now my IQ has dropped below fifty!"
"What was the address again?", asked Abi.
"Umm... 925 Gilman street." Why was that address so familiar. I racked my brains but I kinda had sleep deprivation from like, ten hours on a bloody plane, so I was a bit frazzled, and couldn't think straight.
Joseph's POV
*Joseph is 16 and Jakob is 13*
I was walking home from school with Jakob, Stella, Ramona, and Frankito again. There was a group of about three girls and one boy. I heard one of the girls with black curly hair ask one with cherry red hair, "What was the address again?" and the other one replied that it was 925 Gilman Street. The younger of the three girls had bleach blonde hair and was scowling and the boy had short black hair. The girl with the red hair was hot though, she was wearing heavy eyeliner, a black Green Day halter neck, cropped jeans ripped at the knee, which looked like she cut them herself and green converses. My brother Jakob elbowed me in the ribs. "Stop staring," he whispered, "Although the blonde one is very hot."
"Nah, I like one red haired one."
"As if you'd ever get her she looks nearly eighteen!"
"Just watch me." and at that point I walked over and said...
I stepped out of the taxi into the bright Californian sun, followed by my two best friends Abigail and Arthur. I yanked my suitcase out of the boot of the car and nearly knocked Abigail out in the process.
"Caitlin, get your arse out of the cab this instant!" I called to my little sister, who was still inside the car.
"Not looking like this I'm not!"
"Oh come on, it's not that bad!"
"Easy for you to say when it's your fault in the first place."
"Oh, for the last bloody time, I did not mean to dye your hair blonde!" I had attempted to dye her hair black for her. For some reason, it didn't quite work. She stomped past me and snarled in my ear, "Thanks Rhiannon, now my IQ has dropped below fifty!"
"What was the address again?", asked Abi.
"Umm... 925 Gilman street." Why was that address so familiar. I racked my brains but I kinda had sleep deprivation from like, ten hours on a bloody plane, so I was a bit frazzled, and couldn't think straight.
Joseph's POV
*Joseph is 16 and Jakob is 13*
I was walking home from school with Jakob, Stella, Ramona, and Frankito again. There was a group of about three girls and one boy. I heard one of the girls with black curly hair ask one with cherry red hair, "What was the address again?" and the other one replied that it was 925 Gilman Street. The younger of the three girls had bleach blonde hair and was scowling and the boy had short black hair. The girl with the red hair was hot though, she was wearing heavy eyeliner, a black Green Day halter neck, cropped jeans ripped at the knee, which looked like she cut them herself and green converses. My brother Jakob elbowed me in the ribs. "Stop staring," he whispered, "Although the blonde one is very hot."
"Nah, I like one red haired one."
"As if you'd ever get her she looks nearly eighteen!"
"Just watch me." and at that point I walked over and said...
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