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Nicole Montez # 1 Rise of the Evil Cousin Emily Preston

Chap. 1 	“We’re MOVING?!” screeched Nicole Christiana Montez, with all the fullness of her lungs. Nicole Montez’s mother, Diane Montez, couldn’t help covering her ears to block out her angry fourteen-year-old daughter’s screaming. “Nicole! That’s enough!” yelled her father, Gregorio Montez. The only person who could beat Nicole Montez at loud screaming was her father, and that was enough to lower her voice to a whisper. Nicole slumped into the leather couch. “Don’t slouch,” said her mom. Nicole glared at her. “I have every right to slouch!” exclaimed Nicole. Her mom shook her head. “We are moving to Florida, and that is final. No ands, ifs, or buts about it!” said her dad, returning to his computer. Nicole raced to her room, and flopped onto her bed. How can they do this to me, she thought. I have to leave all of my friends in LA, and move to Middle-of-no-Where, Florida. To boot, I’m in my sophomore year! Well, it’s the end of my freshman school year, but ANYWAY! Nicole’s lap top screen beeped. Nicole leaned over to see who was online. It was her BFF, Lola Justice. Nicole entered her screen-name and password, and started MSN-ing with Lola.

LOLola: Hi, nic

Nicocacola: hey…

LOLola: ? :) or :(

Nicocacola: :(

LOLola: Y

Nicocacola: oh, nothing, just that I’m movin 2 FL

LOLola: WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!

Nicocacola: :****(

LOLola: 2 where

Nicocacola: Middleofnowhere, Florida

LOLola: LOL + :( = L:(L

Nicocacola: I do NOT feel like laughing.

LOLola: sorry

Nicocacola: that’s OK I’m just stressed b/c I have 2 move

LOLola: I undrstand completely. When me & my fam moved here, I wasn’t so happy

Nicocacola: I know the feeling

LOLola: sooooooo, what now? ????

Nicocacola: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOLola: what????!!!! Nicocacola: I AM MOVING IN W/ MY EEEEEEVVVVVVVIIIIILLLLLL COUSIN!!!!!!!!!

LOLola: who? Nicocacola: the boy bandit, my cousin Alicia (spit when u hear her name, pleez) (its pronounced UH LEE C Uh)

LOLola: (spit) the BOY BANDIT? (spit)

Nicocacola: yes! (spit) that’s her (spit)

LOLola: weeeelll, u could stay w/ moi

Nicocacola: not an option

LOLola: :( 2 bad. :*****(

Nicocacola: dad wanted 2 visit the fam in FL (spit when you say and/or hear FL, 2) sooo, mom suggested we just move there.

LOLola: w/ out consulting u?

Nicocacola: ha ha ha

LOLola: HEEEEEYYYY!!!!

Nicocacola: what what what???

LOLola: I have an aunt in Palm Beach, FL!

Nicocacola: 4reals?

LOLola: yep! Nolee Justice (she kind of avoids the fam, but she likes me)

Nicocacola: that’s gr8!

LOLola: I know! Nicocacola: that’s where we r movin, 2 Palm Beach!!!!!!

LOLola: seriously?

Nicocacola: as serious as dad about leaving him alone when he’s watching a dukes of hazard marathon

LOLola: LOL

Nicocacola: r u goin 2 arrange planz 2 stay @ Nolee’s??

LOLola: O, gosh, I completely 4got about that!!

Nicocacola: LOL typical Lola

LOLola: hey! ;-)

Nicocacola: got2 pack…………

LOLola: I’ll call u when I get permission 2 go 2 FL (spit) LOL

Nicocacola: LOL OK bye WAIT!

LOLola: what?

Nicocacola: when u get permis? U mean if

LOLola: nope LOL

Nicocacola: g2g, bye!

LOLola: bye!

Nicole felt much better, after talking to Lola. She closed her ocean-blue lap top and sighed. Nicole glanced at her clock. It was 5:30. Mom would be having supper on the table soon. Quietly, she tip-toed down the stairs. From the 5th step, she could see her mother setting tacos on the dinner table. Nicole closed her eyes. This is probably going to be Mom’s last home-cooked meal in this house, she thought, We’ll be living on Chinese take-out and McDonald’s burgers from now until we move to Florida. And Mom isn’t going to cook in Aunt Maria’s kitchen, because her favorite saying is “two cooks in the kitchen always causes strife”. “Nicole? It’s time to eat!” called her mother from the dining room. Just then, her father dashed from behind her, exclaiming: “Last person to the dinner table forfeits their desert to me!” But Nicole didn’t care. She trudged along to the dining room. She didn’t care whether her mom fixed sundaes with bananas, hot fudge sauce, and peanuts. She didn’t care if tonight they ate her favorite Hispanic meal. After dinner, Nicole did the dishes (which she usually hated, but did it with a smile because it would probably be the last time she did it in her house), and went upstairs to start packing her room. Diane Montez had hauled a bunch of egg boxes from Wal-Mart to the living room. Nicole waded up a few old newspapers and tossed them into the box, along with her china tea set that she had gotten from Abuelita for her 6th birthday. “Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why do I have to move with Mom and Dad?” she wondered aloud. “Jordan and Samantha would let me live with them and Lola until I’m eighteen. I’ll even be getting my driver’s license in two years-oh, the joy- so they wouldn’t have to watch me often. A place to sleep and food is all I would ask for. Allowance wouldn’t be that bad either, considering how much they give Lola every month. I get ten measly dollars every two weeks, and that’s barely enough to keep up with the latest trends”- she stopped short, and shook her head. “I should be grateful for what I do have, even if I am going to be stuck living with the most evil person in the whole universe.” Nicole taped the box tightly, and carried it to the filthy garage, where Mom was labeling boxes. Nicole set it down carefully. “What’s in this, honey bear?” she asked, picking up a blue permanent marker (so she would know that it was Nicole’s). “My china tea set from Abuelita,” replied Nicole. Diane scribbled something onto the white office label, and passed it on to the small collection of cardboard egg boxes that had accumulated against the walls.

Nicole’s China Tea Set Handle carefully, please

Nicole hadn’t noticed how tired Mom had looked until now. She seemed just as frustrated about this as Nicole, by the looks of her wardrobe. Diane Montez, who was usually neat and tidy in her apparel, was wearing a Spongebob Squarepants t-shirt that belonged to Dad, and some old worn jeans. Her short blonde hair was tucked up into a jaw clip, and she was wearing smudgy white sneakers. On her way up to her room, Nicole passed a ringing phone. She picked up. “Hello?” “Nicole, great news!” it was Lola. Nicole rushed up the stairs to her bedroom. “Yeah? Really?” “My mom said that she would buy me a plane ticket to go with you guys to Florida-sorry-and she made all the arrangements with Nolee. She’s totally cool with it. Hey, did I tell you that she’s living in this old house with her friend from school, Robyne Sanders? Nolee has been re-doing the house-she went to school for interior designing, you know- and she’s fixing up the guest bedroom just for me!” “Lola, this is going to be the best summer EVER! Despite the fact that I’m moving!” Nicole was literally jumping in circles, squealing. Then Nicole stopped, mid-air. “But wait- how long are you going to stay in Florida?” Nicole spit into the trash can. “I am staying for the summer, then I’ll go home on a plane. So we get to spend the whole summer together!” squealed Lola. “That’s great!” exclaimed Nicole. Unlike Lola, Nicole wasn’t much of a talker. She preferred to chat on MSN. Nicole and Lola said their good-byes, and Nicole happily ran up to her room, after giving the phone to her mom, to sort things out with Samantha Justice. Nicole flopped onto her bed. This is going to be an OK summer, she thought.

This is the first chapter in my book, Nicole Montez: Rise of the Evil Cousin

I am currently on the hunt for publishing companies.

Snick