Irish Luck

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

School was always a blemish on the face of the teenage world. How I saw it, you woke up early to go be judged for the volume of information in your brain. I'm glad I lived in Sacramento, California, so the winter wasn't cold. And at least I got to see my best friends, Emily and Mackenzie. I did have other friends, but these girls I just couldn't live without. I told them everything, they told me everything. Our parents knew each other, our fathers went golfing; it just worked. They were the reason school wasn't as bad as it should be for us.

My mother and I were quiet in the morning, because we were tired. She always made me lunch and drove me to school at 7:00am every day, so our car rides were silent. We were driving up to school and she asked me something weird.

"Are you okay honey? About the divorce? You know you can talk to me about anything--"

"Mom, it's fine. I just want you to tell Aimee." I told her sternly.

She told me about a week ago, she didn't want to tell me earlier because I had the stress of midterms. Now my sister has midterms and she's planning to wait also. I just want her to do it quickly, rip it off like a band-aid. Except unlike a band-aid, after the rip, the sting remains.

"Well, honey there was something I wanted to tell you...I know it may sound a bit extreme, but you're father and I have already decided...", my mother was fumbling with her words.

"Just spit it out mom, what is it?", I asked her, getting annoyed now.

"You, your sister and I are moving to Ireland and staying with Aunt Clara and Uncle Joseph," she finally said it quickly. I was so shocked. I didn't know what to say, I was so still.

"Honey, say something. What are you thinking?," my mother was concerned by the lack of reaction she was getting. Moving? I'm so happy with my life now. I have amazing friends, a great social life, I love my classes, what more could I ask for? And now I had to throw it all away because my mother doesn't even want to be in the same country as the man she married? This is so unfair.

"Mom, why? Why would you do this to me? To us? What, you hate Dad so much that you have to be across an ocean? This is so selfish, I love my life here in Sacramento! How did Dad agree to this!?" I was so angry, and upset, and confused. I had a million questions running through my mind. How could she just casually tell me this on a Thursday morning to school?

"I talked to your father about it and you can visit him over breaks. It will be nice to expand and see your family! And you can start a new life in Ireland! Isn't it exciting?!" My mother was trying to make this sound like the most perfect idea she had ever come up with.

We pulled up to my school, and I was glad to get out of the car and get away from this conversation. I angrily slammed the door on my way out and proceeded to stomp my way into John F. Kennedy High School. What a perfect way to start off my day. As I went to my locker, I saw Emily and Mackenzie patiently waiting for my arrival as usual. They saw the anger written across my expression and their smiles turned to frowns in seconds.

"What's wrong? What happened? Are you okay?", Emily asked, worried and wanting me to feel better.

"No, I am most definitely NOT okay!", I shouted, not fully aware of the people staring.

"What happened!?", Mackenzie asked, trying to figure out what could possibly have gone wrong from the time I woke up to now.

"Apparently, I'm moving to Ireland now because of this stupid divorce! My mother told me during the car ride here. She said 'Honey, we're moving to Ireland because I can't be in the same country with your father none the less the same side of the Atlantic,'" I said, mimicking my mothers voice. I was so angry, it felt like I was going to explode.