California, 12,118km away from Sydney. Sydney, where I was born and raised. Where I've made friends and lost friends. Now I'm moving, moving to the other side of the world. From the Australian accents and to the American accents. Where 26th of January is replaced by the 4th of July.
School is boring. I've ditched class with Michael, we are sitting on the school oval. I haven't told Michael yet, but he seems distant. He lights a cigarette and faces me. "Mia, you know how my mum and dad are getting a divorce?" He asks. I nod. "Well she says that Sydney has too many memories, she wants to start over." He takes a breath before continuing, "we're moving." I look up after hearing those words.
"Moving? Where?" I ask, frantically.
"Nevada, America," he sadly replies. Oh. I thought he was gonna say California.
"I'm moving as well," I say.
"You are?" He asks.
"Yeah, my dad got offered better paying job, and my mum got a transfer from her work to another one," I say.
"Where?" He asks.
"California." He hugs me and kisses my forehead. "I'm gonna miss you," I start crying. He comforts me, whispering sweet things in my ear. "Vegas is in Nevada isn't it?" He nods. "Oh nice."
"How far is California from Nevada?" He whispers.
"I'm not sure," I reply. He gets out his phone and looks it up.
"10 hours or 792km."
"That's so far," I cry. "I don't wanna go, I wanna be with you." I cry harder.
"Don't worry babe, you'll make new friends," he hugs me tighter.
"I don't wanna make new friends," I say. "I'm gonna be walking into school without my bitch beside me," I cry.
"Me, your bitch I presume, will always be with you," he states.
"When are you leaving?" I ask.
"Friday," he replies.
"I'm leaving Thursday," I say.
"Tonight lets have a sleepover, okay?"
"Michael, you don't sound very punk," I giggle. He scoffs. "But sure, let's have a sleepover." He kisses my forehead.
"I don't know about you, but I have no reason to be at school so I'm leaving," I say getting up.
"I'm leaving as well!!" He yells. As we are leaving Mr Hubbell, a cranky ass motherfucker, stops us.
"YOU TWO GET TO CLASS, OR YOU'LL BE AT THE PRINCIPALS OFFICE!" He yells.
"Suck my dick," Michael says, flipping him off. His face his face turns red and full of anger. We start to run, Mr Hubbell on our tails. After what seems like an hour of running we stop. "We've lost him," Michael says, between breathes.
"That was hilarious! Did you see his face? Hahahahahahaha," I laugh. He laughs along with me.
I'm gonna miss Mikey so fucking much!
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Sorry short chapter. My fave teacher is being a douchebag and has given me a MASSIVE science assignment. He's such a meany :-(
