Two weeks have passed since my parents were called, for the third time this year, from the police station. It was because of my brother, William. He'd gotten into another fight at a party which had got way out of control and the neighbours ended up calling the cops. When the police arrived they had to arrest him for being underage and under the effects of alcohol.
As expected, my parents were disgusted, since it was the third time the police rang them and because it was the third time he had been arrested, he was expelled from our school and kicked out of the soccer team.
And instead of punishing him and sending him to a boarding school in Switzerland, which is what they had agreed to do in the beginning, they decided we all move back to Middletown, where all my family was born and raised until my father was assigned to work in LA five years ago.
So what was supposed to be a punishment for William's behavior turned out to be a punishment for all of us.
I haven't spoken to my parents since they gave us the news ten days ago. I haven't spoken to William either, it's all his fault. If he wasn't so freaking stupid to get in another fight when my parents had warned him, none of us would have to suffer the consequences of him messing up.
It's not that he's happy to leave, he had to break up with his girlfriend Samantha, probably the prettiest girl he's ever been with (and ever will be) and the most popular girl in his year.
It serves him right to lose her though, he's such a jerk.I get out of my room and head to the kitchen, where my sister Olivia is finishing through a frozen yogurt while she flicks through the pages of Teen Vogue. She probably is the one who cares less about leaving LA. She's only 12, too young to understand what we are leaving behind, in my opinion.
"Anything interesting?" I ask referring to the magazine, while I open the fridge to check if there's any snacks other than frozen yogurt and fruit in the house.
"Nope" she answers, "Where's Victoria?" Victoria is William's twin, and of course, my older sister. They both are one year ahead, so Victoria and I are really close.
"She's gone to say goodbye to her friends"
I leave towards the backyard to the pool and take advantage of the last opportunity I might have to get tanned, as the summer was coming to an end and I had no idea what the weather would be like in Connecticut, but 100% not as good as in LA.
When I head back inside I find men loading their trucks with our furniture and stuff, who must have been hired by my parents to take care of the move.
Our house is practically empty already. My parents didn't take their time to change after all, they must have been wanting to leave LA for a long time, and they found the perfect excuse to do so.
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We are leaving in less than two hours and I have so much to do yet. I have to finish packing some small stuff, mostly toiletry and make-up, pick up two dresses up from the dry-cleaners and meet up with my ex-boyfriend to say goodbye.
I don't even know why he insists on being friends, it's not that I hate him, but I just don't care about him at all.
When we broke up about a month ago, he wouldn't stop texting and calling to make up, he was probably afraid of what William would do to him if he didn't apologize for nearly cheating on me.
He didn't realize I couldn't care less about breaking up, actually I was glad I finally had an excuse to, because I didn't like him that much. And if I didn't care, neither did William, so there was no reason for my ex boyfriend to freak out.
William can be a very good brother, although sometimes he's a bit overprotective.
After finally going through my to do list I arrived home exhausted, to find my stressed parents in the driveway, stressing everyone out.
The time had come, we loaded what remained in the house to the last truck and prepared for a long journey.
I couldn't believe we had to say goodbye to LA to move to the other side of the country, by the coast of another ocean, about two and a half thousand miles away from what, right before this moment, used to be home.
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Let's Stay Strangers
Teen Fiction16 year old Mia has been living in LA for five years due to her father's job, but because of the children's behavior, especially her older brother's, her parents decide to move back to Middletown, Connecticut, where the children grew up and where th...