Here's the first part of my story which I doubt anyone will read...

I'm sittin in the car next to my mom in the front seat of a large red Buick rental car. MY legs stick to the leather seats as we speed down the highway. The windows are cracked just a bit to let the cool Georgia air whip across our faces and we move along. The wind tousles my already messy hair. I let out a long sigh.

"Libby" my mother says.

"What?" I snap back.

"I know that you don't want to go live with your father, but it's reall for the best. I think that you'll have fun there. Make some new friends and enjoy yourself. I'm not trying to torture you." She said with a smile.

I roll my eyes. "Yeah right mom, I'll have a blast in 100 degree weather sweating myself to deeath with nothing to do at all while you have fun back in Seattle with Randy."

Her lips tightened at these words, Randy was her boyfriend and it was no secret that I despised him thoroughly.

"Now Libby, Randy has always been very nice to you, I understant that you may feel a little uncomfortable with our relationship but...

"You don't understand!" I exploded. My mom stopped talking. "I hate it when he's around! He takes you out on dates and you don't come home till 3 am! All you so is talk to him on the phone and you never let me go anywhere or let me do anything becasue I have to stay at home to spend time with you and Randy!" I screamed at her.

"Ok honey we'll talk about it later, we're here now." my mom said.

I scoff and get out of the car slamming the door as hard as I can behind me. I get out and stare at the big white farmhouse. I wrinkle my nose at the scent of chickens. I already miss our house back in Seattle.

"Come on Libby" said my mom.

I follow her up the stairs to the front porch which creaks under our weight. She knocks on the door and after hearing a few footsteps my dad opens the door.

"Come on in" he said. "Good to see you Libbs! How's it going? How are you Marie?"

"Oh ok." said my mom, "It was a long drive from the airport in that crazy renal car." she said placing a hand on my shoulder. I grimaced and pushed it off.

"Well, I've got to go" continued my mom. "I'll help you get your stuff out of the trunk." All three of us walked out ot the car and grabbed my three heavy suitcases; I figured if I had to spend my whole summer here I might as well just bring practically everything I own to keep myself occupied for ten weeks. We lugged the suitacases in and up the steep stair to my room.

"This will be your room Libbs" said my dad.

It was TINY. There was a single bed in the corner with a white quilt embroidered with red, blue and green flowers and there was a nightstand next to the bed and there was a small wooden bookshelf in the opposite corner form the bed with a little cabinet that matched the bookshelf. The room was painted a light washed-out pink and had several paintings on the wals. I put my stuff down and turned to my parents.

" Well I've got to run" said my mom checking her watch. "Bye honey" she said wrapping me in a tight squeeze and kissing my hair. I pushed her off.

"Bye" I said. She left the room leaving me and my dad alone. I heard the large noisy rental car start up and drive away down the long grave driveway.

"I'm going to let you get unpacked and go make dinner. Spaghetti sound good?" said my dad.

I nodded. He to left the room. I glanced around and sat on the bed. It sank about a foot with my weight and I toppled off of it in surprise. The room was unbearablyhot so I got up and turned the fan on in the corner. With a sound like a jet engine it turnedon blasting me in the face. I turned it off quickly, the sound was unbearable. I sat down on the bad more carefully this time and groaned.

This was going to be a long summer.