The same hills had been rolling by the car window for what seemed like days. i picked up my iPod and turned he volume up all the way, to drown out my sister Ella's constant chatter. ugh she could be so annoying. I watched the green grasses pass my the window, and i slowly fell into a light sleep.

I felt my headphones being yanked out of my ears and the music was replaced by Ella's screams. I groaned.

"MAX MAX MAX MAX MAX MAAAAAAX!" Ella was shaking me violently and I shoved her off. "WE'RE IN CALIFORNIA!"

"What the hell Ella?" I complained

"Girls go pick your rooms!" my mom, Valencia, yell. At this, I leaped out o the car and ran into our new house. I charged up the stairs gorilla style and bolted into the biggest room I could find.

Close on my heels, came Ella. She stood in my doorway breathing hard, "No fair! You always get the bigger room!" she pouted and I stuck my tongue out at her. Did I mention that I always get what I want? Well, if I have any say in it, I always get my way. My new room here in California was much bigger than the one I had back in New York.

After helping to bring in the boxes form the van, I decided to go to the gym. Did I also mention that I loved to work out? I don't know if that is weird to like working out but I just felt so good afterward. I yelled to no one in particular that I was going to the gym then headed out the door, iPod and earbuds in hand.

The gym was a longer walk than I expected. When I arrived I was already sweaty and panting. Great. I made my way to the treadmill and put it on one of the higher levels and turned up my music and started to jog. Did I mentions that I get really into my exercise? I sort of enter a zone where if you talk to me you are dead.

I was suddenly pulled out of my 'zone' and became aware of someone standing behind me. I swiveled around and saw an extremely hot guy standing behind the treadmill. Wait hot? Since when did I think of guys as hot? Wow I'm losing it. He was looking right at me. I narrowed my eyes at him, then something horrible happened. I lost my balance and you can guess what happened next. Let's just say I was shot off the treadmill and ended up in a crumpled heap at the hot guy's feet.

Though it was mostly my fault, me being the person that I am, obviously took it out of the poor guy.

"What the hell?!" I screeched, fuming at him, "What is your problem?" I shoved him hard in the chest but he didn't move an inch. Damn he was strong. He had olive skin and dark floppy hair that fell into his eyes. He looked kind of emo cause he was wearing all black clothing. He simply smirked and raised an eyebrow at me.

"Nice running." he said and winked at me, "You looked good."

Sexist pig. I pushed by him and stormed out of the gym, looking back to see him smirking at me then getting on the treadmill that I had been using.

I walked in my house and slammed the door behind me. Taking the stairs two at a time, I collapsed on my bed and fell asleep almost instantly, dreading the following day: the first day at my new school.