~Stella's POV~
My dad is making our family half way across the country. See, I had a perfect life, perfect friends, perfect everything, but my dad got transferred to Illinois where he would earn more money to support our family.
As I'm chucking my clothing into my red luggage, I hear a turn on the doorknob, I already know its my dad by his loud footsteps. "Great time to walk in, dad. Great time." I think to myself as the door loudly opens and bangs against the wall hinged to it.
"Uh, hey honey, look I know it's really hard to move at this time, right in the middle of sixth grade, but I'm sure you'll have a good life there too!" He says as he pats my back softly.
I turn around and pushed his hand away, "YEAH DAD, SURE I'LL HAVE A GREAT TIME. YEAH BECAUSE I GET BANGED INTO MY LOCKER EVERYDAY BY WHOEVER PASSES ME. AND SURE DAD I'LL HAVE A GREAT TIME BECAUSE I ONLY HAVE ONE FRIEND WHO ACTULLAY HAS A GOOD TASTE, KELLY!" Run out of breath from saying this in one breath, I start panting like a dog.
"Well when you put that way..."
"Yeah that's what i thought."
He walks out and slams my door shut. I start packing my band shirts, skinny jeans, bracelets, and posters. Then my mom has to come in. She opens the door softly with her hand tapping on the doorknob thinking if she sould interrupt me or not. Well, she chose wrong.
"Hey, honey, look..." I cut her off "DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD THIS IS FOR ME? DAD ALREAY THINKS IM GONNA HAVE A GREAT TIME SO WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME I'M GONNA HAVE A GREAT TIME!?"
This time I didn't pant, I was used to yelling at people. "Look, I never said you were gonna have a good time..." She sat on my bed with a shattered record printed on it, I sat on her lap and started sobbing,"I.... Have.... A ..... Pretty..... Good....life here and I don't wanna leave it." I was lying because I did get slammed into my locker everyday, but the only thing I like here is my friend, Kelly.
"Here, let me help you pack." She got up and I fell right in the center of the broken record. I finished packing my posters and was onto my jewelry, my mom was finishing packing my skinny jeans and my band T-shirts that I had already started.
We had pretty much finished packing everything but what I needed for tomorrow, ...... Tomorrow. Yay. I laid flat on my back on my bed and my mom have me a kiss on my forehead and closed the door like a mouse. Age knew I needed alone time.
I just hope tomorrow goes as planned ........................ But I know it won't it will be living hell like every other day.
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Hey this is my second story, second fan fic and I think it's going good!
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,Emma
