I have been away from home for around 5 years now. My Mother and Father split up and I was forced to move away from my house in California to a small two bedroom house in Texas, 1400 miles away. My name is Elena, 16 years old, I stand at 5’4 and weight around 120Ibs. I have fairly big breast for my age, D cups, and a slim tanned body. Needless to say I’m a dream down in Texas. Back in California however I…fit in. Don’t get me wrong I like fitting in but I love attention from people, boys in particular; ONE boy in particular.

His name is Peter, one year younger but he looks older and I love it. He is around 5’9, athletic but loves to study and keeps himself quiet. He isn’t popular but he gets on with everyone he meets. The first day I saw him was the day I left for Texas, we were outside my house playing and he mentioned to me that he wished I did not have to leave. I wished I didn’t have to leave.

On the drive back to California with my dad was long and he kept trying to change my mind. “Lena, you don’t have to go. I know you love it here but with Jaime in the house too, things can get a little complicated.”

“Its fine Dad, I just want to see Mom, you know I will visit anyway.”

I said this to please him, I hated Jaime. She isn’t good for my Dad and I believe he knows this.
An hour away from Mom’s house I tried lifting the mood with my earphones. Approaching the house I was welcomed by Mom and Christian, her boyfriend. Dad drove straight off after hugging me and wishing for me to stay.