I found a first line here and start with it and just write. I'll write until I have to stop to think and we'll see where this goes. Enjoy! (Hopefully)
The house dwarfed everything in the street. It was four stories tall, robin's-egg blue, with a great grey gabled roof. It was a wide house, also, with a wraparound porch and balconies in various spots on upper floors. It really stood out among the ranches and split-levels, making perfectly fine houses seem tiny in comparison. Molly was embarrassed by it sometimes, and other times she simply adored it. She loved exploring the many hiding places offered by the expansiveness, and that alone outweighed her resentment toward her parents at moving their family across the country, away from all her friends. They simply said "Oh, you'll make new friends," as if her feelings and hurt and pain didn't matter to them at all. They gave her a bicycle, a shiny red one with handlebar streamers that she was pretty sure they meant as a bribe, trying to get her to like the house and the neighborhood. She knew there were other kids on her block; she'd heard them playing outside when she was testing out a hiding place near a third-floor window. Whenever she would go outside with her parents when they were going to visit Granny Pierce, though, she never saw anyone. Granny Pierce is the reason they moved so suddenly. She was Daddy's mother and quite old in Molly's ten year old mind. Daddy was the very youngest of his four brothers. One was killed in the war, one was on a Navy ship somewhere on the other side of the world, and one wasn't responsible enough to keep a job, much less take care of their mother. That left Daddy, and Mama and Molly. She was also part of the reason why they bought such a huge house - Mama was hoping they could talk Granny P into moving in with them, and she had already been making one of the rooms on the bottom floor into what she called a suite for her. Molly thought she meant dessert at first, and couldn't figure out why Mama was cooking in a big empty room not even close to the kitchen. Then Mama explained that it was a big bedroom, and its own bathroom and sitting room. A nice place for Granny P, if she would do it.
As Molly was sitting on the front porch, swinging and thinking about all this, a boy that looked to be about her age was walking down the sidewalk. He saw her, and stopped. "Hey, do you go to Hartsvale Primary? I don't know you." Molly just looked at him at first. She recognized his voice; he was one of the children who played in the street. He had reddish-brown hair and freckles, and had on jeans and a green-striped t-shirt. He was carrying a ball. "My name is Molly Pierce. We just moved here." "I'm Jack," he said. "I knew I hadn't seen you at school. Whatcha doing?"