Ok so this is my first story on Fanfiction and I really just created my account today. So I'm really nervous if my story is any good or not. I'm not going to tell you guys to go easy on my story; you can tell me anything you want about my story. I really hope you guys like this and I hope it's good so please read it and review, please! I want to know how I did… Thanks…. I hope you like it! R&R please :D

DING! DING! DING! DING! "Good morning New York City! The High of today is 90 degrees and the low is 80"the radio alarm on my bed stand blared in my ear. I groggily sat up, wiping the sleep from my eyes. I glared at the alarm clock, 6 am; I am not a morning person. But, I thought, at least I would have lots of time on the plane to get some sleep.

I hopped out of bed and grabbed some pink Juicy Couture sweatpants and a black short sleeve top from my backpack and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

I ran the hot water on full blast and climbed inside. The steam cleared my mind of all my worries, and I soon hopped out and got dressed.

As I walked down stairs all my worries about moving came back to me. I am moving to South Carolina, I thought, I am going to college. I am moving away from my family and friends. I am going to have my own apartment!

When I got down the stairs I was greeted by my family, my mom Cindy Crawford, with dirty blond hair that was identical to mine, and brown eyes a shade darker than mine, she was dressed in a business suit, it made sense, my mom being the head of a high-end fashion line, Crawford & Co. My dad, Steve Crawford, with light brown hair and bright green eyes, and my two younger siblings, Emma and Luke, both with my father's green eyes and my mother's blond hair.

"Kim", my mother cooed, "I am going to miss you so much" and before I could even say that I would miss her too she and the rest of my family gathered around me for a group hug.

"I am going to miss you guys" I said, wiping the tears from my eyes. "Ok, ok", I said, "I have to go, its seven o'clock and the plane leaves at eight" I hugged my family and grabbed my back pack and my one suitcase and turned to head for the door. I looked back one more time at my family and at the house I had lived in for eighteen years. I saw my mom with tears in her eyes but the expression on her face said she was so proud, I saw my dad, a sad grin plastered on his face, he was sad, I could tell, but he was happy for me. And my two siblings, Emma clutching onto Luke's arm, had tears running down her face, and Luke being the bold seven year old he was, almost looked happy I was leaving, but I could tell he was upset.

I turned away from my family and walked out the door, I had called a taxi earlier and as I walked outside I could see it was already here. The busy streets of Manhattan were loud with noise at 7:23 in the morning. The cab driver looked behind his seat over to me, "where to?" he asked, smacking his gum in his mouth.

"Manhattan Airport 23" I said looking up at him. He nodded and took off, navigating his way through the traffic like he had done this all his life.

As we sped down the busy streets he glanced behind him over at me, "where ya goin?" He asked.

"South Carolina replied "going to college at South Carolina State University." He nodded and we drove off to the Manhattan Airport in silence.

We arrived at the airport and I paid the cab driver one hundred dollars and grabbed my suitcase out of the trunk and slid my backpack onto one shoulder. Skillfully I navigated my way around the airport and through customs in less than thirty minutes. And at 7: 54 I was at the gate waiting for the lady at the frontier desk to call first class. Around ten minutes later the lad called first class and me and around fifteen other people gathered our things and moved to the hallway to get to the plane.

"A1, A2, B1, B2, C1... Here it is!" I mumbled to myself I sat down in the aisle chair, my assigned seat. Just as I sat down a boy about my age slipped past me and into the window seat next to me. I looked at him for a moment, brown hair, deep brown eyes, blue jeans, and a grey t-shirt.

I looked to him, "Hi, I'm Kim, Kim Crawford" I stuck out my hand for him to shake. He looked at my hand then back up at me.

"I'm Jack, Jack Brewer" he replied, shaking my hand in the process.

Ok sooooo…. How did I do? Please! I really want to know! If you guys have any ideas about what I should add to my story you can tell me, I will look through them all so please review! Thank you guys sooooo much please review….. Please… ok thank you :D :D :D