No Gravity: NYC

Izzy Leaghton just moved from Florida to New York City with her step father, Jerry, her mom, and her two siblings. After a battle with her lifelong friends, she latches onto a group of kids that live on her street. Their band, No Gravity, does shows once a week on their idle street, and Izzy, an aspiring keyboardist, quickly joins. However, she must face various dramas that are hurting her new friends.

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3. Chapter Three

 

 

One Month Later

"We got everything?" Jerry shouted, as everyone ran through rooms looking for things we forgot to pack. It was so weird seeing our house empty. 

"WE LEFT THIS TOOTHPICK!" Mark ran from the kitchen, did a few laps around the main entrance hallway, and shoved the toothpick in Jerry's face. The main entrance hallway was basically the center of the house. It was the big hall where you first enter that connected all the rooms on the first floor, and the stairs to upstairs.

"We don't need this toothpick." Jerry sayid, calmly. "Honestly, Mark, you're a college student, can you be a little bit more mature?"

"I get the week off for Thanksgiving. I'm all colleged out!" Thanksgiving was two days earlier. We would have moved the day before, but Mom thought it would be nice to give us one last family event before we moved. And Mark USED to go to college in Florida, but lucky him, because they have another school in New York with all of his same classes. 

"Hey, Izzy." Emma skipped over to me with something behind her back. "You forgot something."

"What?" I lifted an eyebrow.

"BUNNY-BOO!" She puts my raggedy old bunny in front of my eyes.

"Pshh, I don't need that thing."

"Okay, I'll just throw it out." 

"NO!" I yelled, but I stop myself. "I mean, it's a good childhood memory."

"Like when you threw up on it?" She tossed it at me.

I picked it up. "I was just a baby." I argued.

"You were twelve." Mark reminded me.

"Well I'm the baby of the family." I pointed out.

"Not for long." Mom smiled deviously.

"WHAT?" We all yelled.

"Kidding!" Oh, mom. The weirdo. "Now get in the car."

I groaned. "I don't want to DRIVE all the way to New York."

"Well, it's all we got. We'll just follow the moving van! No annoying GPS voice necessary!"

"But it's cold there!" Emma whined. "I can't wear sunglasses in the snow and rain!"

"Em, you have to get over your eyes!" Mom begged. "They're big, beautiful eyes!"

"You're just saying that because you're my mom." Emma pouted.

"Okay, know what, we're gonna get you some clear-framed sunglasses so it looks like you're wearing glasses. Deal?"

"Okay." She shrugged.

Mom turned around. "Are we all ready?"

"Yep." We all said.

"Say bye to the house and pile into the car!"

"Bye house." I muttered, angrily, and walk out the door, Mark by my side.

"This sucks." Mark said. "First we gotta leave, then we have to DRIVE from Florida to New York."

"Agreed." I slumped my shoulders even more than they were.

"Hey!" Emma grabbed us each by our collars. "I know we're mad, but we love Florida. I say we leave happily and show that we'll always be happy here."

"Alright." I agreed. I picked up my shoulders and slapped on a fake smile.

"You got it!" Mark said. He's always the happiest of us all, so the job was easy for him. He started to pump his fist. "FLORIDA! FLORIDA! FLORIDA!" He chanted. Emma and I joined in.

Mom crossed her arms. "Is this a form of protest?"

"No." Emma explained. "Sure, we'll move to New York, but we'll always be happiest living here!" We all started chanting again.

Mom sighed and got into the car. "Okey dokey. I'm glad you're taking it positively."

Mark, Emma, and I piled into the car together. 

"The sadness starts when we cross the border!" I pumped my fist.

"Well can the loudness stop when we hit the Freeway?" Jerry warned. "We'll get arrested!"

"POLICE POLICE!" Mark chanted.

"Haha, you can't stop us!" Emma laughed.

The car starts up and we pull out of the driveway. "Bye  home! We'll miss you!" I yell, Emma in the middle squashed next to me. We blew kisses and waved, as Mark yelled some stuff like, "I'LL MISS YOU POOL!"

"Guys!" Jerry yelled. "You're acting childish."

"Oh, Jer-bear, just let them have their fun." Mom smiled.

They better! They'll be wishing for this after we crossed the border.

 

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