Playing the California Game

You know the feeling when you are one hundred and ten percent pissed off about something and you can't seem to shake it off so you start kicking to the front even if there's nothing to kick but the air the great God blessed us with, then your face starts scrunching into a little ball and you don't care about the fact that you look like a constipated horse, and last but not the least, the high pitch squeal that escapes your body without the need to open your mouth and you start to sound like a tea pipe. Yeah. For a shorter case, that would be a tantrum.

I wanted to throw one right now, but that wouldn't be very good for me considering that I was right in front of my mother, standing in this gigantic hallway-slash-corridor where a bazillion breakable, and expensive artifacts took habitat. Mom, who was ecstatically jumping up and down in pure joy. So being the good girl that I am, I held in my rage and gave her a tight smile, "Mom, why are you so enlivened by this again?"

"We're moving to California!" she let out a grin and continued her jouncing in place.

"Exactly." I dragged my hand irritably down my face, "Why?" I can't seem to get the facts right in my head although we've been through it more than once.

"Honey," My mom took a cease fire with her energy shot and walked over to where I tensely stood and gave me a comforting look as she brushed my arm with her hand, "You know that Florida is where your dad holds the main branch of his law firm, but I know that you also are acquainted with the fact that the strongest branch is in fact in California."

Of course. My father, big-shot William Brenton owned a strong law firm, Brenton Law - well, duh. Being what he is with his big name and all that, his firm extended to the bigger states that needed peace and tranquility through lawyers, like New York, Nevada, and as topic, California. Apparently, they were doing real well towards the west coast and it never surprised me, people are desperate in some places, wether they want a divorce or a to save a puppy from abuse.

"In the middle of my Sophomore year?" I thought out loud, "Really?"

"Oh, don't worry, Liz," her beaming face made a come back once again, "you'll make plenty of friends."

"What about Brook and MIles?" I whiningly questioned, making sure she considered the fact that I'd have to be leaving my two best friends since kindergarten, the two people that keep myself sane and keep me as grounded as a mole.

"Right," she gave me a sympathetic look, "sometimes you have to make a little sacrifices, Liz." SACRIFICE? SACRIFICE. OKAY. All I could do is raise an eyebrow, not being able to speak, "We'll visit and come back when we can, maybe during your breaks, you'll still see them."

What about when Brook and I wend T Shopping - T being every Tuesday and Thursday - get it? T. Or when both Miles and Brook came over and we made pizzas and all this other jackshit? Or when the three of us sneak out and head over to the west lake at three in the morning when neither of us can sleep and we just talk and eat under the oak tree? ~ well of course I'm not using this as a justification, but there are so much more things that I need, that I will miss with these people.

"Sweet Lord baby Jesus," I ran my hand down me face to smoothen at least the irritation creases, "I'll be in my room, kay, Mom?"

"Sure, baby." she smiled and walked off towards the kitchen where Emili, our house maid cooked our dinner, which smelled most likely like steak.

When I got to my room, climbing two flights of stairs, I hastily fumbled for my phone and instantly sent blast text to both Brook and Miles, hi. two. west river. Miles, beer please. I have a problema. Hitting the screen to send the message and crashed onto my queen sized bed to lose myself at least for a bit before I climb out my window. It was seven - I had a few hours to get back into gear.

My phone chimed twice, signaling me that I had two new messages to pore over.

Beer - check. Miles' message confirmed.

Yes ma'am. See you lats Lizzie :). Brook's came in.

I LOVE MY FRIENDS. And I'm going to have to leave them.

Holy Dipshit.

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