10 years ago... the JSA and the ISA fought, when the ISA won it changed the whole future. When we start this story, it is in Blue Valley, Nevada in 2020 where Courtney Whitmore the New Girl moves with her step-father, his son Mike, and his daughter...
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― LOOKING BACK UP TO THE BRICK EXTERIOR I GLANCE TO SEE THE ROSES WERE STILL WATERED. When I was glancing around the old sights I used to view every time driving up the paved driveway of my childhood home. When I first left Blue Valley for half a semester down in Star City, I didn't believe I missed home that much until this very moment looking at the scenery that I haven't seen in the past four months. The car kept approaching the house. I grabbed my small handbag knowing that I would be home soon; back to trying to fit back in or get back to high school here in Blue Valley.
When I got out of the car and grabbed my bags I thanked the driver paying him, and then pulling my bags through the door, as I walked in I heard nothing but silence since Henry might be at school today. And my father probably is at work also so I have the house for the moment until I saw one of the maids. She looked back and was in shock with my arrival, I guess my message didn't come through; stupid letters and how long it takes them to send.
"Oh, my Ms.King your back." She said still shocked as I smiled at her, "Hello. I'm sure my brother is out right now?" I asked her as she nodded coming up to help me with my bags until a vase was about to fall and she started to try to catch it until I did as my reflexes caught it. She then looked back up at me as I put the vase back, "I can take my bags to my room. You should take a break." I told her as she then looked back up to me with her eyes questioning me as I nodded and she left me in the front room with my bags.
I grabbed my suitcase once again as I started heading up the stairs walking around the hallway seeing the familiar look in the halls, the bookshelf with some of the books, and the very little photos of my mother, and my brother and I. The whole shelf wasn't that big and was made out of walnut wood, and it held only photos and some paperweights.
When I opened the door to my room, I could see the same light red bed sheets folded, along with my white comforter and pillows at the top of the bed. I sat my suitcase and bags on my bed as I looked up to my walnut shelf on my light grayish shaded walls. I looked up to see a photo of my best friends Cameron Mahkent, and Stephaine Lance when we all went to France for a week in the Summer a year ago.
I knew what I had to do, as I grabbed my red leather jacket and my sunglasses, as I closed my door and headed out with my small bag in my hands. I walked down the stairs and headed to the door when I didn't see anyone and checked the time; 2:13. Seventeen minutes before school ends, and forty-seven minutes before volleyball practice. As I then left out the front light wooden door, and I continued to walk down the driveway to one of our two garages and put in the code, 6174.
I watched as the light doors started to open revealing the candy apple red 1961 impala that my father got me when I got my driver's licenses a few months back before I left for Starling City, down in Illinois. I looked at the white strip down near the middle of the door, as I finally got in and left the light-colored doors of the garage. When I started approaching the gates once I headed off on the black paved roads of Blue Valley to Blue Valley Highschool.
