I walked home and something caught my eye. It wasn’t very interesting, just the same stupid sign that I’ve been seeing for two weeks now. The white and red “For Sale” sign on the front lawn of my house.

This was all my mother and father’s idea. I think that it’s an absolutely absurd idea to move away from Jacksonville, Florid, and the home I’ve live in since I was three. However, my parents think differently. Apparently, my friends here are influencing me in a terrible way, or at least my mom told me so; with my father agreeing the whole time. Also, why would you want to move away from sunny Jacksonville, Florida, to cloudy and miserable Thunder Bay, Canada? I’ll tell you why, for my parents’ horse breeding business that will thrive there. Sadly, I must leave my whole entire life behind for their job! Why can’t they just find another stupid job here?! Then, I wouldn’t have to leave here!

Stupid parents and horses! I thought angrily as I walked up the driveway.

I walked over to the sign that I could easily take the chainsaw to, and kicked it over. There is no way I am moving away from this amazing life I’m living right now!

The smell of hamburgers and nicely spiced fries consumed my nostrils and filled my lungs. I smiled widely to myself. My stomach grumbled. I’m starving!

I raced into the house and slid off my gold, black, and pink Puma’s, dropping my bag at the entrance and waltzed into the kitchen, inhaling deeply, the scent of amazing food.

My stomach growled again and I moaned in pain. My mother heard and spun around, smiling lightly to me.

“Hello Cassadee. How was school today?” she asked kindly.

“Eh, it was okay, I guess. Just the same old thing: friends telling me I shouldn’t move, while I agree.” I slightly snapped. I am not in a good mood right now.

“Oh, Cassadee, must you always make everything so difficult? Trust me, this will be a good change for you. All your friends aren’t good for you to hang around.”

There she goes again; lecturing me! I thought in annoyance. I sighed heavily and shook my head. “Mom, I’m not making anything difficult! You are! I’m so annoyed with this! I don’t want to move! How many different ways do you want me to say it?!” I yelled. I am totally losing my temper.

“Cassadee Hannah Gregerson! Stop this nonsense! We are moving whether you like it or not. Now, you might as well go and check that your brother is okay...”

I furrowed my brow. Michael’s not okay? “What’s wrong with him?” I asked, genuinely worried.

“I can’t believe you sometimes, Cassadee. You are absolutely ill tempered and selfish about so many things; yet, when it comes to your brother, you are the most selfless person imaginable.” spits my mother, shaking her head in disappointment.

“Mom, tell me what’s wrong with him! Please!” I prompt.

She sighs. “He is upset again from people making fun of him. He’s happy we are moving, since we promised to get him colored contacts before we leave so this problem will get solved. However, these last few days have been hard since everyone at the school does know we’re moving; form a certain someone.” My mother explained, glaring at me at the last comment.

“Look, I didn’t know it would affect Michael! I was just upset; I’m sorry!” I defend.

“See? You are selfish. Now, go and check on your brother. Besides, you shouldn’t be apologizing to me, you should apologize to the one you’re affecting with your selfishness.”

I have to admit, that hurt, especially since it was coming from my mother; the one who should love me unconditionally.

“Okay... I’ll do that right now...” I whisper, leaving the kitchen and jumping up every second step of the wooden staircase.

Once I made it up, I turned right and walked straight into Michael’s room. I cleared my throat and Michael looked up, staring me right in the eyes.

Normally, people would start laughing or will scream and look away; however, I’m used to Michael’s white eyes. It’s a genetic problem that he received that took the pigment in the iris out and he is only left with a pupil and the white around it in his eyes.

“Hey... Mom told me you were upset... What’s up?” I said, walking over to him, sitting beside him on his bed.

“I’m fine...” Michael whispered. I wasn’t buying it.

“Mickey, don’t do this. You can tell me everything, you know that.” I prompt, even using his nickname I used as kids to reassure him, like I always do at times like these.

“Cassadee, I am happy that we are moving, why can’t you be too?”

This question honestly shocked me. I though Mickey would complain about Sherry Fisherman or Jake Henderson teasing him constantly with their extreme popular social group at school, or how the teachers looked at him so differently that he felt like he had two heads everywhere he went. “Uh...” I didn’t know what to say!

“Cassadee, we are leaving tomorrow morning to go on the plane. I want you to know something. Your friends are total jerks, Carlos Jefferson is going to dump you tonight at your date. I heard that from Jennifer Milton, who was actually sad I was leaving and gave me her email to keep in touch. She even kissed me on the cheek and gave me a hug. And, lastly, you think you are totally selfless with me; but, if you were, you wouldn’t be still complaining about moving.”

I sat there, in shock. My whole family was turning on me! I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. “I’m sorry I let you down. But, congrats on Jennifer Milton. I... uh... need to get ready for my date tonight.” I whispered.

“I know. You go and over-pretty yourself up. I won’t stop you from being who you want to be. However, until you start changing into a more selfless, nice, less slutty person, I really don’t know if I can trust you anymore with my secrets. You always seem to tell someone.”

I nodded my head and left Michael’s room. I thought Michael trusted me with everything! I guess I was wrong. When that thought ran through my mind, I felt like bursting into tears. So, I went for a shower, my song Starstrukk by 3Oh!3 playing over the sound of my cries, the water covering them up.

Once I was finished, I remembered what Michael said about Carlos wanting to dump me tonight. I realized I should have known that, he hates long distance relationships. So, I placed on a thick amount of pink eyeshadow, a thick line of eyeliner, mascara, lipgloss, foundation and a small amount of blush. I slipped on my pink miniskirt, a pink tank-top, and slid on a pair of silver high heels. I quickly ran a brush through my long, hip length, wavy hair and side-swept to the right, bangs.

I left my room and walked down the stairs, walking out of the house with my white purse and saw the red Convertible drive up to my house. I smiled, Carlos.

I walked to the car and got in, smiling widely and seductively to Carlos. “Hey baby.”

Carlos leaned over and pressed his lips to mine, hard. But, it didn’t feel the same. I suddenly got that worry that this kiss was meant for someone else, and someone else was on his mind. Would he leave me for someone else this fast?

Carlos pulled away and backed out of the driveway, driving to a local restaurant. We sat down at the table and a waiter in black dress pants, a white pin stripped dress shirt and a black vest gave us our menus.

I scanned through he menu and already knew what I wanted, a small Caesar salad. I placed my menu down and took a sip of water that was brought with our menus. Carlos looked up and smiled slightly.

“Already know what you want, again?” he asked.

“You bet!” I commented proudly.

“Ha! Is it the small Caesar salad?”

“You know me well.”

“Yes, sadly enough.”

My smile faded and then the waiter came, smiling. I wanted to slap him so bad, just to wipe the smirk of his face; but, i reclined my urge and smiled politely. “Hello, may I take your order?” he asked, his brown eyes kind and his brown hair brushed nicely.

“I would like the sterloin steak with mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables, please.” stated Carlos; the waiter writing down what he was saying.

“I would like the small Caesar salad, please.”

The waiter wrote that down and left the table. I looked at Carlos and he was smiling off in a daze. I cleared my throat and he looked over at me, all his attention now on me.

“Carlos, why is it sad that you know me so well?” I asked, absolutely hurt and bewildered as to why.

“Well, I’m sorry to say; but you are one of those girls, Cassadee.”

“One of those girls? What do you mean?”

“Well, you always eat too little and starve yourself just to try and impress everyone. Popularity and gossip go to your head, causing the volume in your hair, theoretically. You always wear too much make-up and dress far too slutty than necessary. Also, you are far too full of yourself. I am sorry Cassadee; I was waiting for later to say this; but, I don’t think we can be together anymore. You’re moving, and I never really enjoyed our relationship since you were too, hooker-ish. I’m now with Jessica Jeinkens, JJ. See, that is the type of girl guys like. Maybe that should be your role model when you move to Thunder Bay.” Carlos explained, smiling the whole time, his chin resting on his hand, and his elbow on the table.

I felt tears starting to form in my eyes. “Goodbye...” I whispered.

Carlos didn’t stop me when I stood up. I walked out and started walking the ten minute walk home. I took off my high heels halfway there. They hurt like a bitch.

When I got home, I stormed passed everyone, tears streaming down my face, along with mascara, eyeshadow, and eyeliner. I went to my room, locked the door and cleaned off my face, changed into extremely baggy pajamas and went to sleep, feeling hurt that everyone thought of me this way. How could they betray me like this?