"Something Different"

Ok, this is my first story ever made :) please do not try to steal it or copyright or whatever. At first this is a little boring, BUT if you like One Direction then stay tuned. I try to update whenever I possibly can. :) I really hope you like it, and PLEASE any ideas are welcomed :) And please vote, comment, become a fan, etc. :) hope you like it. It will get kinda funny and exciting around Chapter 20 or so I'm not sure, but you will have to read to find out what happens :) oh and thanks for reading!! :)

As I walked into the thrift store which used to be a bowling alley,

the floor boards creaked underneath me as I admired an old desk.

My grandmother was shipping me to live with my brothers who I

hadn't seen since I was 5. "Hey Whit" a voice said behind me. It

was my long time friend Andrew. "Hey" I said as I gave him a hug.

"So..... You are really moving?" "Unfortunately" I replied. I didn't

want to go half-way across the country to go live with two people

I barely knew. I loved it here in my small town. "So um how is

your grandma?" Andrew asked. "She is ok, but she doesn't want

me to go." "Well if she doesn't want you to go, why is she sending

you to live your brothers?" "I don't know" "Oh, well when are you

leaving?" "I leave in the morning, my flight is at 10" "Oh ok, I will

drive you there, that way I can at least have the last good-bye" I

couldn't help but smile, he was my best friend and I would miss

him when I left. "Come on,Whit, it's time to head back to the

house" my grandma said. "Ok grandma. Bye Andrew, I will see you

in the morning." I said as I walked toward my grandma and we

went home.

At home

When we got home I went up to my room and tried to finish

packing. All my clothes I had in my closet were now put in boxes. I

had put all of my photos in a box my grandma had bought me a

couple months ago. I had all my jewelry,perfume,books, shoes,

DVDs, etc packed up and ready to go. The only thing that was not

ready to go was me. I had lived here since I was 8. I'm 16 now.

"Knock,knock" my grandma said as she came in my room. "How is

the packing going?" she asked as she sat on my bed. "Well

everything is ready to go but me" "Look sweetheart I know this is

not easy for you, but you have to go live with them." "But why

grandma? I don't know them, and besides who is going to take

care of you when I'm gone?" "Whitney, listen to me, I can take

care of myself. You need to go and live your life not care of me."

"I know but...." "But what?" "Well why am I going there anyways?

How did they find me after all these years? Where have they

been? Do they even want me to come live with them?" I asked