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Chapter 1

"Its all their fault, its all their fault", I felt like screaming, while flying at 2,000 feet in the air on my way to Michoacan Mexico.(yeah you heard right, mexico) "Its all their fault." If mom and dad could of kept their marriage running (or jogging, or hell at least walking I wouldn't care because at least we'd be together) then I wouldn't be on this dammed plane to Mexico.

Mom and dad had been on the rocks for a while now and every day for the last three months I'd been waiting for them to say that they had split. I'd give anything for them to get back together but apparently they don't feel the same way, if they did then dad wouldn't have decided to move back to Mexico and take my older brother, (only by a year) Nico and I with him knowing that our mom couldn't take care of us on her own.

It was absolutely insane. How could dad expect me to move to a different country, and okay so it's not completely hopeless because I speak Spanish and my brother too, but still can you believe him. I had to leave my three best friends ever. Kat, Ava, and Elle, have this wild fantasy that I'll be back come Christmas. They think that I can convince my dad that everything he needs is back in Illinois. However I'm not so sure.

I honestly don't understand my brother Nico, I mean I know he's not particularly happy about the move but he is taking it a hell of a lot better then me. He says "Come on Tatiana dad has always wanted to live in Mexico again so it can't be all that bad"

"Can't be all that bad! WE. ARE. MOVING. TO. MEXICO!"

As you've probably already guessed when the plane lands I'm furious. As soon as I step into the airport I feel the heat. I quickly stop to remove my sweatshirt and catch up with Nico. My irritation increasing with every step.

As we maneuver our way out of the plane I see dad, and he looks really happy, now you're probably thinking that I'm going to vow not to crush his spirit, because I honestly haven't seen him look so happy in a long, long time, but you obviously don't know me that well. So let me let you in on a little secret, I am very, very stubborn.

Throughout the whole ride to our new house, dad managed to sound like a tour guide. "And on you left you will see the community center…" This was one of the things that always bothered mom. Once not too long before mom asked for a divorce dad was meeting one of mom's coworkers. He was gabbing about his job when mom interrupted saying "for god's sake Hector he does not need your life story". And even though it really annoyed my mom I found it oddly comforting. Something that wasn't changing.

So since I'm being stubborn (although Nico so bluntly states it's just my hormones) I'm jamming to Paramore while secretly listening in.

Apparently Mexico is running out of land, because in our neighborhood it sure looks like it. God help me the houses are all connected, square, without a driveway or yard, and all painted white, yellow, blue, or pink. And to add to the insanity if you walked out your front door you would land smack dab on the sidewalk.

Now you may be thinking that this girl is stubborn and exaggerating. But I will swear on my autographed David Beckham ball,(and ok so I don't have a autographed David Beckham ball but if I had one I would swear on it) this is how serious I am, no kidding. So I start running off my mouth. "Where am I supposed to run my soccer drills, where am I supposed to take my jogs, where are you supposed to park the car, where are all of the great new friends you said I was going to make, huh huh huh?"

Dad decided to ignore my stubbornness, probably because he knows I get that part of my DNA from him.

"Your school is just a few blocks away and the soccer fields are open to students at any time, same with the track, we park right on the curb, and you will meet some new friends soon." Okay so that's cool but I'm not about to let him know it.

"Oh and soccer tryouts start next week" I couldn't help it, that got me excited, "Yes!" I exclaimed.

So I have to admit that the house didn't look as bad as I thought or at least not as bad as the outside. I walked through in silence. The floor was all done in tile and the walls were all white. I being the only woman in the house mentally put the responsibility on myself to paint the walls some more welcoming colors. As I pass the living room and the dining room my jaw drops. "Dad I think we lost the ceiling" no joke there was no ceiling; it was just a room with a drain in the middle of the floor. Dad explained that if it rains water goes down the drain but most of the time you just have the sun shinning on you. I have to admit that is pretty cool, if not a little weird.

Now the bathrooms were not so cool, for starters there were only two which means that Nico and I have to share one. Oh joy. Second the bathroom is all tile the walls and the floors with a drain in the middle. There is no separation from the sink and toilet to the shower head which sprays directly onto the floor. Am I the only one who sees this insanity?

Moving onto my bedroom, I discover room is probably twice as big as my old room, this will definitely work. For about an hour I start to unpack my boxes. Just as I finish hanging up my Mia Hamm, Cristiano Ronaldo, and Landon Donovan posters dad calls Nico and I out of our rooms. Opening our doors Nico and I can see each other across the ceiling less room which is two stories tall. We walk down our metal; yes I said metal steps and into the kitchen.

So what do you think? In later chapters I'll introduce Andres… I don't know if I will keep going with this story it all depends on my reviews…