This was the worst trip I have ever taken. I had no choice in whether to go or not. It just happened. "Hey, Sydney, guess what! We're moving!" They said with a smile on their face. Way to go mom, stepdad. I only hoped that I would be able to bring something to remember my friends. My true friends. But it was a sudden thing. We packed up and left.

I sat in the back of the car with all the luggage because that's what I was apparently. What a shame. We lived in the once beautiful, but now dreadfully painful town of Genoa Illinois. I pleaded that we stayed but as I said, I didn't get to choose.

"Aren't you excited sweety? You begged to go to New York for a long time. Now you're going to live in it!" My stepdad, the cold hearted devil, Mike tried to play the Nice-parent. But I knew what he was like. A cold hearted jackass. I apologize if swearing isn't your thing but I will commonly use it to describe things like him.

I glared at him and wished that looks could kill. If it would ever come true then he would be dead fifty thousand times. Not an exaggerated number. He's that cruel. How I wish that things would end up better for me. But sadly things just get worse as the story goes.

"Don't look at Mike that way, Sydney. I know you're still trying to change the fact that he's your dad now. And that we're moving to New York." My mother, Scarlet, said. "Just think, you get to live one of your favorite songs."

True. Welcome to New York by Taylor Swift is my favorite song by far, but that doesn't change the fact that you pushed me into doing this crap. I thought to myself.

"I guess you're right. But seriously, did we have to leave?" I asked my pity questions again.

"Sydney, honey, you know that the cops don't really like Mike all that much. So since we are now married when he moves we move." Mom said.

"If the cops are after HIM why not just leave him out on the streets to rot in a dumpster." Rude, I know, but he deserves it.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT ME!" Mike freaked out. Typical stepdad reaction. Rage.

"Now, Mike, Sydney didn't mean anything she said. Right?" Mom looked at me while we waited for the lights to switch from red to green.

"Sure I guess." I finally said. God do I hate that. But I had to say it. I took out my green Ipod nano and hit shuffle. American Beauty American Psycho by Fall Out Boy came on. I hummed along as I ignored their conversation.

"This is terrible!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. We made it to New York, woo-hoo, and just saw the apartments. Some of them were awesome. Some not so awesome. Like the one we just chose. A small four room section. One living room, one kitchen, one bedroom, and a bathroom.

"It's not that bad." Mike said. "I lived in worse."

You must have if you choose to live in this hellhole. I thought. It was awful.

"Well Scarlet and I will get the bedroom while you sleep in the bathtub, you little brat."

"Mike! Don't talk to your stepdaughter like that. She did nothing wrong to you." Mom defended me. As she tends to do. Mike just rolled his eyes and looked at the beaten up couch. He pointed to it.

"You get the privilege to sleep on the couch. Hope you enjoy." Mike said. I really didn't care where I slept. Bathtub or really old cough, both sounded fine by me.

"Now let's get ready. After all," mom said. "Sydney has school tomorrow."

"ALREADY!" I freaked. I didn't think that school would be an option until I wanted to go. Is everything breaking apart? I guess so!

"Get some sleep. I'll wake you up when the time comes." Mom said, and I flopped on the couch and fell asleep to the sound of Mike and mom talking, or arguing whether they should stay or just leave. I wish that things would just get better.

It seemed like it. But that was just the beginning of the true story.

This book will have actual songs as chapter names. Listen to them and experience the world of Sydney Style. Also leave a comment/question. More chapters will come soon. Keep reading!

-MeridaAndWhirlwind.