Hey, this is just something that I randomly had an idea of.

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Chapter 1

“What?” I shrieked at my mom. “We’re MOVING? To the middle of NOWHERE?”

“Kylie Craig,” my mom said, her hands on her hips, “Do not yell in the house. Besides,” she said in a softer tone, “It’s going to be fun moving to Chicago.”

“AKA, the middle of nowhere,” I corrected my mom. “Fun? Are you kidding me? Leaving Del Mar with all my friends in the middle of 9th grade is supposed to be FUN? Don’t expect me to be sane and speak in a normal speaking tone when you want me to move to a city in the middle of nowhere!”

I couldn’t believe it. Moving. Moving? I must be dreaming. Yup, that’s it. I’m dreaming a terrible dream, and when I pinch myself, I’ll be safe in my bed in Del Mar, California, with no prospect of ever moving to Illinois.

OUCH! THAT HURT!

“Kylie Craig,” my mom was getting extremely annoyed, I could tell. She only used my full name when she was upset.

She was upset? Ha. Yeah right. She had no clue what upset meant.

“It is not in the middle of nowhere, and it will be fun, trust me,” my mom snapped. “You will make lots of new friends at Chicago High, and I’m sure everyone will welcome you.”

Welcome me. Oh, I’m so sure.

“Why the hell are we moving anyways?” I asked my mom. This was so random, so unlike what my parents would do. They were huge planners.

“Watch your language, young lady.”

“Whatever, Mom,” I rolled my eyes. I knew I was being rude, and I was this close to getting grounded, but I didn’t care. Not a bit.

“But moving?” I appealed to my mom using puppy eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Why the HECK”, I said heck extremely sarcastically, “are we moving to Chicago?”

“We are moving because your dad and I have found better jobs over there and it is a great opportunity that we can't miss.”

“A great opportunity,” I said dully. “Great. Did it ever OCCUR to you to think of the OTHER members of the family when you got this wonderful idea? I mean what about Olivia and Izzy? I’m sure they don’t wanna move.”

We could have a family vote, and we’d SO win.

Not that my parents would care if they were outnumbered 3 to 2. Unfortunately.

“The twins told us they are very excited about moving, and can’t wait until we do,” my mom informed me.

“Damn,” I muttered, but not loud enough for my mom to hear. I’d bet all my money that she’d spaz. Normally, I don’t swear, but this is a worthy exception, don’t you think? I mean, you would so cuss the world out if you discovered that you are going to be forced to move away from your hometown you’ve lived in for like, 15 years, wouldn’t you?

Don’t lie.

“And I DID think about the other members of the family, Miss Know-it-all,” my mom continued. “Your dad and I have been talking about this for a long time, and you are going to enjoy Chicago, mark my words, Kylie.”

“Sure I’ll like it,” I retorted, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Just as much as I’ll like gouging my eyes out or eating a shark’s brain.”

I couldn’t believe my mom. Was she THAT oblivious to my feelings? Did she sincerely think I was going to jump up and down with joy when I heard this news?

My mom must be an incredibly naïve person.

“Yes, you will like it. I had more news to give you, but since you are being so rude, I’m going to wait to tell you. Now go up to your room and pack. We’re leaving in a week.”

My mom looked pained, and tired all of a sudden. Hmph. Well, she deserved it. I can’t believe she wants me to move to Chicago in a- A WHAT?

“A FRIGGING WEEK?” I freaked. “YOU EXPECT ME TO MOVE ACROSS THE COUNTRY IN A WEEK? ARE YOU ON CRACK?” I yelled.

I seriously believe my mom is partaking in illegal drugs. How was I supposed pack all my stuff, say goodbye to all my friends, and all that other stupid stuff you do and in just a WEEK?

I knew it. She’s on drugs. Or alchohol. It would explain it all.

“Young lady,” my mom said, outraged. “Go to your room. It’s a miracle I don’t ground you. Now go pack. After that, you can go tell your friends this wonderful news.”

Wonderful? That’s an interesting way to describe it. I would personally use the word, “sucky.”

But I won’t mention it.

“I refuse to pack! You won’t take me out of California alive! I’ll- I’ll just stay in my room forever. Yup. I’m sure the new tenants won’t mind.”

“I’m not going to bother to comment on that suggestion. Now get your butt up into your room, now. If you don’t, then you really won’t get to Chicago alive!”

“Never,” I defied openly. Why should I listen to someone who is planning to totally screw up my life forever?

Yo, Mom and Dad? You suck.

“UP TO YOUR ROOM NOW, KYLIE CRAIG, OR I’M GOING TO GROUND YOU UNTIL YOU RECEIVE SOCIAL SECURITY.”

I stomped up the stairs, each step getting louder than the last. When I was in front of my room, I glanced downstairs, and yelled, “I HATE YOU!” I stepped into my room, and then slammed the door.

I leaned down against the door, slowly sliding down to the ground. Staring into space, I could not believe what just happened. It was happening so fast, like a car racing down a street in front of you.

Tears that were blocked a moment ago were suddenly freed. They rushed down my cheeks like a raging river. I sobbed into my hands. Moving? No, not moving. My parents wouldn’t make me move. I couldn’t leave my best friends since forever, Han and Lexie. My parents wouldn’t be that cruel. They couldn’t be.

I went to my dresser drawer, pulled out my pure ebony black nail polish, used only in depressing situations. I used it to express my anger and sadness. And also to piss my parents off. They hated it. Anytime they made me do something I didn’t want to do, I put it on. Last time I used it, it was when my parents threatened to send me to boarding school. It worked like a charm.

I slowly applied it in a daze. A single tear landed on my index finger, messing up the entire nail. I stared at it, thinking how my life used to be all smooth and perfect, until that teardrop landed on it, wrecking everything.

My mom barged into my room. Couldn’t she see I was grieving here?

“Kylie, I decided to tell you about the surprise—what are you doing? THAT IS HIDEOUS NAIL POLISH!”

I let out a rude sigh, glanced up briefly and kept on polishing my nails.

“Fine,” my mom sighed. “Here is the good news. To celebrate the job, we are going to buy you a cell phone and a laptop, since our new jobs will earn much more money.”

“I don’t want a new cell phone or a laptop, I want to be with my friends!” I yelled.

“Fine, Kylie, you are acting like a brat. And that color looks great on you. By the way, it totally describes my mood right now too.” And with that she stomped out of the room. The door slammed behind her.

So, my mom’s upset right now. Who cares? She didn’t care about how upset I would be.

I leaned back against the door, my nails done. I had to accept the situation. We were moving.

3 person conversation

(Kylie) Rockmusic4ever: You guys will never believe this. My moms making me move to Chicago.

(Han) Kittyqueen: WHAT!!

(Lexie) xoxoLEXIExoxo: Ur kidding me, right?

Rockmusic4ever: I wish.

I wish.

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