Veronica POV

It's been a year since Mom and Dad got divorced. It's been hard, especially when there's no boyfriend (for me) in the picture. Mom moved to the town closest to ours and I can visit her whenever, but I like Dad better. He doesn't question me on everything, and neither does his girlfriend, Rachel.

Rachel is super pretty and really kind. She's kind of better than mom. Her hair is reddish-brown and her eyes are emerald-green. Dad really likes her, and today he told me that we were moving to her house! I've never been happier!

~~~~~~~time skippers~~~~~~~~

So, we just got here, and I'm still freaking out. A new home, a new Mom, a new school year. All my thoughts are interrupted by Rachel ( I'm not ready to call her Mom).

"Veronica! Honey, sweetie! Come meet Jake!!"

Jake? Who's that?

"Oh, that's right." Dad pulls me to the side of the car. "Hey, Rachel has a kid named Jake. Be nice, and no name-calling." Before I can tell him I'm 17 and name-calling ended in 3rd grade, he walks away.

I walk inside the house. It's a small, one-story house with a liveliness to it. The smell of dish-soap swarms the kitchen and the aroma of sweat is in the room across the hall from me. Gross.

I unpack, and Dad yells, " We're going out! We'll be back at 8:00!"

Ugh. Great. I'm alone left with who I'm assuming is Jake. I start writing in my diary when I hear a knock on the door. "You decent?" a male voice says gently.

"Yeah. Come in." I say, putting away my journal before he sees.

A tall, jocky-looking dude with frosty-tips is suddenly in my room. He looks......shocked. What's his problem?

"Hey!" I snap.

"Oh, sorry. It's just that if you weren't my step-sister, I would've had you pinned down on the bed. You're beautiful."

What. The. Fuck.

"Oh um thank you."

"No prob, bye."

That kid is fucked.

What a Weirdo........