The taxi ride wasn't how I planned. At all. Mom got into an argument with the taxi driver about how his car wasn't nicely kept and that the ceiling fabric was falling apart. Dad tried reasoning with her to stop, and eventually won. Norven and I apologized to the driver for the critiques from our mother who waved his hand saying "it's fine she's not the first."

I stared out the car's window, staring at the many small but lovely homes that aligned the streets. I didn't know what to expect from our new house. Was it on a nice sandy beach with a balcony that overlooked the ocean, or was it a gorgeous mansion on top of a lone hill? Knowing my mom she'd make sure it was grand while my dad made sure it came with a backyard the size of a footall field. From the sound of the way my parent's keep talking, it's quite the beauty.

The car slowed to a stop, pulling into our driveway that comes all the way around the front of the house and back out the other way like a rainbow. The taxi driver parks the car under the area where the roof top comes out and stands with the help of six pillars. I throw open my door and take in the view. Apparently it was neither sceneries I had imagined. Our house was one of the many houses, well mansions, that littered this street. All it took was a quick glimpse around the neighborhood and you'd already know it's for a specific type of people: rich people.

"Wow," Norven said, awed by how large our new home is. A huge door stood proudly with windows on either side of it just as large. Above that lay a few more windows to various rooms I have yet to discover.

"Wow indeed," I respond, already heading to the gold colored door. My guess, it wasn't real gold, but I know my mother had originally considered it to be. I reach for the handle which was cold against my skin, and pull it open. My mouth dropped only the slightest, but I can't say the same for  Norven. He openly gawked and received a disapproving glance from mom.

I walk in and do a spin around it. A staircase lays a few feet away against the left wall, curving up to the second floor. Far to the right, a wide doorway led to a large, rotund room that laid vacant and empty with plush, white carpet I'm sure my parents would label as our living room. Connected to this was a kitchen, an island with five seats. Behind that, all the cabinets stood together, waiting to be filled. Without checking out the remaining doorways left downstairs, I hastily ran up the stairs, antsy and excited to finally see my room. After pulling open several doors which opened to two bathrooms, a master room silently claimed by my parents, a spacious room that had no decent view out the window that I mentally labeled as my brother's, and a room just as big as mine for Kiana.

By the time I look up, I'm at the end of the hall, last door available is to the right of it. Unknowingly holding my breath, I slowly open the door and step in. I smile to myself while automatically heading over to my window which was accompanied by a window seat. There out the window, was the lavish backyard where a long pool with a Jacuzzi attached to it rested. Beyond that was a little canopy tent with a small, round table with four chairs around it, and four poolside chairs to relax and catch rays on.

Turning around, I fully stop to take in my room. A walk in closet is off to one side of the room, and my own full bathroom. Just like my old room, these walls are painted aqua. Yep, I thought to myself, this room screams me. I'm to busy admiring my room that I almost don't hear Norven standing by my doorway.

"This is so unfair," Norven says with a shake of his head, grabbing my attention. "I thought my room was great, but looking at yours, I'm starting to have second thoughts."

I laugh at him and push him out of the doorway so I can grab my luggage and start unpacking. "What'd you expect?" I say with a smile. "Anyways, you'd have to be pretty dense to not know this room belongs to me." Norven rolls his eyes, earning a light punch to his arm. "Just the way it is in general, really."

"Yeah I know, Nova. I was just teasing." Norven takes the stairs down two at a time while I do the same, racing him down. Somewhere along the way down, Norven trips, bending over, but not before catching himself and giving me the lead.

"I win," I taunt once my feet land gracefully on the tiled floor, giving him a victorious smile.

"So not fair," Norven mutters, scratching the back of his head.

"Suck it up."

"You guys are such kids." Kiana comes in, standing next to us as she watches our debacle.

"Nova! Norven! Kiana!" Mom calls from outside. "Come get all the luggage in."

Norven. Kiana, and I head outside and start lulling in the many bags we packed tightly. Kiana accidently popped open one of mom's bags and struggles to zip it back up. Each time she'd get close, her side-swept bangs would fall into her face and she'd let go of the zipper which instantly reopened the whole suitcase all over again.

"Hun, just bring the whole bag inside," mom calls from the house after watching my sister continuously struggle. Kiana doesn't argue with it and does what she was told, disappearing int the grand house.

Dad unloads the luggage and we grab the bags and put them into the house. Just as I'm coming back for my second load, a women in her late thirties comes walking up the driveway towards us. Behind her were four boys I guessed to be her sons. The one that caught my attention was the boy with his phone tucked in his hand. Kiana comes back and gestures for my family to meet her half way.

"Hi," the women greets, giving me and my family a warm, welcoming smile. "My name is Emma Evans and I'm your neighbor." Emma points over to her house then turns her attention back to us, "and these are my sons. Lucas," Emma calls. A boy with a dirty blonde hair turns and steps in front of his mom who puts her hands on his shoulders. He does a small wave. "Here is Lucas. He's my youngest, starting as a freshman. And this"- she reaches over for her other son who looks a little older than Lucas. "-is Danny." Danny gives a nod of his head.

"I'm a junior," Danny responds so his mom doesn't have to. His hair is a sandy blonde, no doubt from the many days spent in the sun. His eyes are pure blue, a gorgeous shade that reminds me of the ocean. Comparing Lucas to Danny, I can tell Lucas will become just as handsome.

Before Emma could start her next son's introduction, the second oldest cuts in. "Mom I can do my own intro, thanks. I'm Jeremy," Jeremy sticks his hand out and I reach out to shake it. "I'm a senior. This idiot's fraternal twin." He nods his head over to the last remaining boy. He smiles at me and pulls his hand away. I got a warm feeling when he smiled at me and I tried to shake it off. I got the chills when it didn't go away. Unlike his twin brother, he has light honey-gold colored hair, his eyes hazel but the green was more dominant. Admittedly, he was attractive, they all were.

The last boy is bent over, texting someone on his phone, not paying attention to the glares his mom is sending him. That or he simply didn't care. By looking at his face features, hardened and annoyed, I could tell it wasn't because of whatever was on his phone, so I went with option B. His mom cleared her throat and sternly said, "Kayden."

He looks up from his phone and his looks are just as striking as his twin, if possible, even more. His dark coffee hair lies messily on his head as his hazel-green eyes pierce through me. Norven shifts uncomfortably next to me and I break our intense gaze. "Hi, I'm Kayden and I'll be a senior like him this year, obviously," he says motioning to his twin.

"Wow a set of twins, interesting." My dad extends his hand out to shake Emma's, ignoring the confused looks on both Lucas and Danny's face. "Nice to meet you, Emma." Dad glances over to her sons. "You too, boys. I'm Graydon."

Mom walks over and holds her hand out, meeting Emma's floating one. "Lorry," mom says with a smile.

I step forward and smile at Emma and basically everyone except for Kayden.  "I'm Nova." I gesture to my brother standing next to me with his arm around my shoulder. "And this is my brother Norven." On my other side is Kiana, who does her own introducing.

"And I'm Kiana, her other sister." All it took was one smile and Jeremy couldn't stop staring at her. I swear I saw drool dripping down from his mouth. I'm sure Kiana notices this but she isn't fazed, this considering how she's used to these types of scenarios.

"You're twins?" Lucas repeats, looking from me to Norven and back to me again, disregarding Kiana.

"Triplets," Kiana corrects politely.

"You're triplets?" Jeremy asks incredulously.

"You can't tell?" Norven asks, sounding surprised. "Usually that's the first thing people ever ask us." He glances at Kiana and I. "Well, when we're all together anyway."

"Well, I could," Danny says. "Your face features are identical, it's just the height that throws it off a bit." His gaze flies over to Kiana, studying her features. She stands there blinking, her hand toying with her hair. "Actually, she looks a little older."

Kiana places her hands on her hips. "That's because I am."

"Only by two seconds," Norven points out.

Kiana shrugs. "Still older," she says with a wink.

Kayden's phone is finally out of sight and joins in on our conversation. "So that means you're--"

I nod. "The baby."

Jeremy's lips curl into a smile. "Same here! I'm the baby twin but Lucas, as you already know, is the full baby." I smile at this, but it also may have been from his smile. He has one of those contagious, full of love smiles.

"But Kayden acts like the baby," Lucas replies and we all laugh, all except for Kayden who just rolls his eyes and ruffles his little brother's hair.

After this, Emma explains how she has to get back home to start making dinner, so they all leave. We say our good byes and continue to unloading the vehicle. Within the next few hours everything is placed in the house and positioned to our liking. I check my watch. Mom said dinner was at 6 so I have about a half hour before dinner starts.

"How's the state with hot, glorious beach babes going so far?" Asks my best friend Dahlia through my phone. She had told me to give her a call as soon as I finished packing, and that had only been five minutes ago.

I giggle at her lust for guys. "Fine so far, but I haven't even stepped outside to do anything at all. Just unpack, unpack, and even more unpacking."

"I thought you finished?" Dahlia asks. I could already picture her brows scrunching together as she questions.

Unpacking? I did, but I didn't get a chance to walk around the neighborhood, or California in general really."

"Well, when you do you absolutely must get me a souvenir," she says, delight sprinkled in her words. I roll my eyes, knowing well what she meant.

"I'll make sure to put in a word." I shuffle the phone to my ear as I went over to my desk. Sitting on my white tufted desk chair is my first ever brand new brown messenger bag. Inside was a pencil pouch which held my pencils an eraser, a binder only filled with paper and six dividers, and a few notebooks. Before we left, mom had took me shopping for supplies and

"Did you meet any cuties?" Dahlia asks incredulously like she can't believe I haven't been on the look out for guys.

I lay on my bed sighing, thinking back to a few hours ago. "Yeah. Four actually..." I whisper nervously, hoping Norven won't hear.

Silence seethes from the other line and I'm feeling even more nervous. Right when I'm about to call her name out, Dahlia shouts, "what?!"

I wasn't ready for that and dropped my phone onto my bed. I scramble to get it from my duvet and raise it back to my ear. "I'm sorry?"

"It's barely your first day and you already saw four cuties?"

"You just asked that earlier, did you not think I would or something?" I question her, a frown tugging at the corner of my lips.

"No of course not," she recovers quickly, "I'm just surprised you saw four considering you were only unpacking."

"Well, about that, "I say slowly, already prepared if she yells at me again. "They're actually my neighbors."

"What?! You lucky new girl! Tell me more details. Spill."

I spent the next few minutes describing each boy to her, each one receiving a squeal. Her advice was to see how they act and from there decide. My advice is to choose none.

We hang up just as my mom calls me downstairs for dinner.

I walk downstairs and sit in a chair around the table. Norven is already there sitting patiently, his hands folded as he waits for my mom to bring in the food. "Hey." He looks at me and smiles.

"Hey, baby sis," Norven says with a laugh. Kiana admires her newly manicured fingers, making sure she wasn't ripped off her money.

"How very unfortunate for me. If only I was born a second before you were," I let out a fake sigh.

"No, well, fortunate for me because I'm older." Norven grins. I roll my eyes, a smile playing on my own lips.

"Well, sucks to be all you because I'm older." Kiana does a fist pump into the air and grins. If there was an award for having the best smile, she'd definitely win. Her dimples were perfect as well as the creases, not to mention her teeth, but we all got that. Since we are triplets, our smiles are practically a mere match, but Kiana's seems so much more vibrant.

Mom finally comes in with the food, dad appearing right before mom does. He seats himself quickly, scooting in his chair which rubs the carpet rather messily. Mom sits down also and starts to get some of her famous lasagna, scooping it onto her plate.

"They were nice boys, weren't they dear?" Mom's question is directed at me, I know it, but I stay quiet. I'm not trying to be rude, I just can't help but feel annoyed with my mom for making us leave. Though, that anger is slowly dying as new hopes for California start to rise from the ashes.

Under the table, Norven lightly kicks me with his foot. I decide to put my annoyance for her at ease. "Charming," I say flatly.

"That boy Danny is in your guys grade, maybe you can ask him for help with finding your classes," dad suggests after swallowing a gulp of water.

"Of course."

"I don't have a problem with that," Kiana purses her lips.

"Done," Norven chimes in.

When dinner ends, I hurry upstairs to my room. It's already night out so I click the button on my remote that turns on my fairy lights. The light yellow glow lights up the space of my room and illuminates the pictures covering the walls and the ones hanging on a string I hung up earlier. Smiling at the images of fond memories, I walked over to my bed, got comfy under the comforters, and fell asleep soundly, but not before the thoughts of school could come flooding into my mind.