Starting Over

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Sorry guys but the first few chapters may start off slow. I'm working on the better chapters but I just couldn't fit exciting parts in the first gew. Bare with me and keep reading. Or just skip. I don't really care.

Leaving for good.

Third person POV

Skyler is a low key girl. She always manages to slip past people with out being noticed. She was never popular but she also wasn't the school nerd or outcast. She just kind of fit in the middle. But, when her father gets relocated to Williams, she is put on the higher rank due to a friend she makes before school starts.

Being popular does not come naturally to her. Will she be able to handle it?

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Skyler's Pov

"WHAT!?" I yell while jumping off the couch completely confused. My father has just told me that we are going to be moving to another city on the other side of the country because his job is being relocated. I can't go into my junior year with no friends. I WILL be the social outcast. "You can't be serious. I can't start my Junior year with no friends. Are you insane?!"

"Look. Honey, you will make new friends and start the year off just fine. I will buy you everything you need. Moving to a new house may be a good way for us to start over and forget about what has happened here. We need this honey. We need the money." My father says in a soothing voice.

I know he is right. That we need a fresh start. It would be nice to be able to forget about everything that has happened here.

"Okay." I say while frowning and looking at the ground. My voice came out soft and almost inaudible. "When do we leave?"

"Oh. Umm. T-t-tomorrow." He stutters. "We have movers coming at one so start packing. We Arnt taking the furniture beacuse the house i bought is furnished already. It's beautiful Skyler. You'll love it."

I slowly get up from my seat on the couch and walk up the stairs. I look in all the rooms and see that they are already packed. How did I not notice this? And why did he tell me so late?

I walk to my room and stand there looking at all my stuff and the pile of boxes on my bed. I will put all of my pictures in one and the rest of my decorations in another to start with. A sharpie is laying on the boxes so I pick it up and write pictures and start to take all the pictures down off the walls and on my night stand.

When I'm done with that I take another box and write decor. Everything else in my room fits all in that box besides my bedding and a necklace I don't want to lose. My bedding all goes into a larger box. There is one more box.

I look at the box and take the sharpie to write on it. MOM. I write. Slowly the necklace is lowered into the box. I close the box and start to cry. That is all I have left of mom. The only thing I got of her was a necklace with her wedding ring on it. She couldn't wear rings so she would put them on a necklace and just wear the necklace.

"Honey, are you..." my father's voice trails off as he sees that I am crying. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" He says while sitting next to me on my bed and engulfing me in a tight hug. I see him look at the boxes then notice the one that says MOM.