A New Beginning

Drella Ingle has just been in a devasting car accident killing her parents. This book is set in the future, and there are homes all around the world called "New Homes" where children are sent when they have no family. But is there more to her parents death?


1. Final Days

Chapter 1 : 




I looked down. I didn’t like thinking or talking about the accident.

“So where is this place anyway?” said my best friend, Cara.

“Its on an island. I forget the name- its somewhere near Cuba.”

I had been in a car accident with my family. We were in a limo after a big party, and a drunk driver swerved and hit us. My parents are gone now. They were the only family I had. No grandparents, aunts, uncles. Surprisingly I didn’t even have godparents. Now I am being shipped off to a bubble. At least that’s what I think it is. It’s like a college, except you never leave. Until I am 18 I am required to live there by law. I have six more years before then. There are thousands of these around here now.

Before my grandmother passed away, she told me stories about what it used to be like here. She was born in 2008. It seems it would be so fun if it were then. They didn’t have any of these “New Home Camps”. That’s what those are called. My grandma passed away 5 years ago on her 99th birthday.

“Hello? Earth to Drella!” said Cara. “Oh. I was just thinking about things. Sorry,” I said.

“Its alright. You know, I am sorry. I’m being kind of rude. I should leave now anyways. I have to go visit my aunt at 3.”

“Okay.” A tear slipped down my face. I was surprised, I didn’t know I was crying.

“Wait, are you okay?” Cara exclaimed.

“Yeah, I’m fine. You can go if you need to.”

            I didn’t really think about how much I would miss Cara until now. She has been my best friend since kindergarten. She promised she would chat with me everyday, over the effitry (its like a thing called a telephone according to my


grandmother). I am really trying to think of this new home like it will be a pleasant experience. I hear there are nice people there, but I just want my family, and my friends, and my education center, and my pets, and all the things and people I can’t have. My plane leaves in two days. I have to go to all me teachers and friends and give my farewells tomorrow. I am dreading this more than you can imagine. My life is crumbling from beneath me at the moment, but I am hoping I can make a new family on the island.

            “What time is it..” I mumbled under my breath. I don’t know who I was expecting to respond and tell me the time. Since I’m twelve that means they don’t have to send over a nanny (its not like there is still such thing as crime these days) to watch me for these two excrutiating days. I guess I wished I was eleven, because I am quite lonely in this huge mansion all by myself.

            I walked over to the living room and turned on the televisions. We had a three screen so everyone in our family could watch something at the same time. I turned them all on to the same show. It gave me a headache; it was as if it was mocking me for being all alone in such a huge room. I gave up on keeping my eyelids open and dozed off.


            A loud obnoxious sound jolted me awake. I was suddenly wide awake and sped into the elevator. Soon I was downstairs. I saw my cat, Sugar, staring at me with wide eyes. She had just knocked all the pictures of my family ever taken. all pictures these days are kept in digital frames; and I guess my dad was foolish enough to store the all together. It had shattered along with the memories of my past life. I became wearily sensitive and started crying. Tens minutes later, I looked at the time. It was 3 A.M. so I went back to bed. 

            The next morning I had a migraine. I guess I was acting like a baby because nobody was there to take care of me. I started to realize that I couldn’t wait to get out of here. It was no longer my home. I decided I better begin packing my things. As I was going through my closet I found an envelope. Funny, it was addressed to my father. It had no name or return address. I had never seen this envelope before. I jumped on to my bed and tore it open. I was startled by what was inside. A key and a letter. I set the key in my wallet at unfolded the crumpled paper:





That was strange. It was signed by a man named Brady Hennings, and the paper was fairly new. The date on the letter was a week ago. I decided not to dwell on this so I just stuffed it in my bag and resumed packing. I finally finished after an hour and a half. I walked around my house making sure I left none of my belongings. In the kitchen I found the key to my bedroom, and I decided to take it with me.


            I was in the courtyard of my school. It was a Sunday and it felt so weird being here. I found that most of the teachers were here on the weekends. I walked into my math classroom to find my teacher sitting at his desk.

            “Oh, I’m sorry, I was just looking around and didn’t know you were here,” I said as I blushed.

            “Its quite alright. I was just filing some papers. Do you want to talk?”

            “Sure. You know I’m leaving tomorrow and-“

I was cut off.

            “You are? I am going to miss having you in my class so much! You are a great student. Did you know that?”

            “Thank you. Yes, I am leaving. My life has changed a lot since the accident. I am really going to miss everyone.”

            His phone rang.

“Can I take this?” “Sure, go ahead!” I said.

            “Oh my gosh! I am so sorry. I have to leave. There has been a family emergency and I must run!”

He came to me and hugged me and said goodbye, then rushed out.


            I saw Cara on the way home, in an art class. I decided to wait for her outside. The class was over soon and she came out. When she saw me she ran to me and we just hugged. We both cried knowing we wouldn’t see eachother for a very long time. That was our good bye. We cried and air kissed and finally parted.


            My second night alone was harder than I expexted. I  couldn’t fall asleep and was too anxious to do anything but lay in my bed until finally after 2 hours I passed out. I had a dream that I could fly. I was high above everyone else. But suddenly, I couldn’t fly and fell until I hit the ground. Then I woke up and I was still alone. No parents to console me. I quickly got dressed  and ate breakfast. By then I had to leave so I got on the bus to the airport.

            I cleared my head and breathed in deep. “It’s a new beginning. A new life. Everything will be great and dandy,” I told myself. But I couldn’t help but feel like I was being followed. A guy in the seat behind me leaned in and started up a conversation.


            “Where are you going? A young lady like you shouldn’t be out by her lonesome.”

             I couldn’t help but feel a little frightened.

            “Um- I’m moving to a New Home.”

He kept running his mouth until I pretended to be asleep. He noticed and finally shut up. I actually did doze off, and he tapped me.

            “OH!” I shouted.

            “Sorry if I frightened ya, but I believe this is your stop.”

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