this is what i have as a story so far.
Prelude
I know what youre thinking, I hate the prelude. But this, this one is important.
Khatie looked back out the window at the disappearing scenery and a single tear rolled down her cheek. How could her parents do this to her? Make her leave just at the beginning of the rest of her life, freshman year. Glaring at the reflection of her father in the rearview mirror she opened the well worn pages of her favorite book.
Honey, her mother, Dianne, said softly, you know we didnt have a choice whether or not to move.
Whatever, Khatie replied, under her breath.
They pulled up to their new house in Flower Hill, New York, and she took a look around the property. As she rounded the corner of the deck she spied two people staring at her from the windows of the next door neighbors. Great, just what I need, a couple of stalkers, she thought to herself, then laughing at the thought, Stalkers, yeah right! What are the chances of that? Well, Khatie Brae Anderson, you are about to find out.