ch.1

"Valentine," said mrs. Sophie [ my agent or person who finds my homes] " we'll be at your new home in a few minutes.Just think, you've never lived in New Jersey before.Oh and before i forget to tell you again, please look like you somewhat happy about this move.I know you've had a hard expiriance with this being your 10th house in the last 5 years, but please do try and if you can't do that, well then aleaset talk to them and make them a little happy about adopting you, even if you are a mess." "i'll try Mrs. S." i replied, looking down at myself. i was wearing a pair of Black pants with a gizllion zippers and red lines on it that my friend Blake had given me before he went to Iraq and got himself killed,a black tank top with a black and red tie that said "Punk and Luvin' It'' on it,  and a macthing set of leather fingerless gloves and a choker.The only thing i was wearing that wasn't black was my new red converse high tops, but even they had black writing on them.My almost-but-not-really-black hair was up in a messy bun.isuddenly found myself thinking 'i'm not a mess i'm a disaster'. When we arrived at the house, i saw a small group of about 8 or 9 people holding up a sign that said 'Welcome Home Valentine!'  We got out of the car and two older people came forward and started saying things like 'aren't you just a pretty little thing!' and 'we're goimg to be real close the three of us.' Then Mrs. Sophie came to my rescue and asked me to get my bags so i could start unpacking.My new guardians [Mr. and Mrs. Rhinehart] showed me my new room and left me to get comfortable, and when i was ready to come down stairs to meet the neighbors. i sat down on my bed, grabbed a bag, and started to unpack it.The bag contained: picture frames and photo albums filled with pictures of me and my family[s] and friends;a box of insence oils and sticks with a holder; and a few books.After placing them where they seemed to fit in most, i headed downstairs.Two of the neighbors that came to welcome me to the neighborhood was a pair of sisters a few years older then my guardains, named Mrs.Laudux [ pronounced ladoo] a widow who's husband had just recently died a year ago, and her sister Ms.Carmen.The four remaining neighbors were  three boys and their mother."Hello! You must be Valentine.I'm Denise Jonas and these are my sons Kevin, Nick, and Joe." Looking at them in their jeans and tee-shirts, i felt really out of place. My thoughts were interrupted when Joe asked, "Where'd you get the name Valentine and what are wearing?" without missing a beat i quickly anwsered, "My birth parents named me Valentine and i'm wearing punk clothes thank you very much." He looked at me funny, but my thoughts were focused on the his brother when Kevin, being friendly unlike Joe, welcomed me to the neighborhood and pointed at their house telling me that i could come over when ever i wanted to.i  thanked him a said i'd come over  as soon as i finished unpacking.And with that, i said bye and went to finish unpacking.Maybe this place will be better...

So what do you guys think? sorry it's long. i'll post more as soon as i can [PLEASE COMMENT!! PLEASE! i'm begging you guys to tell me how my story is!!....]