Chapter 9

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"WHAT!?" I scream. "NO!" 

"Hudson..." My mother puts her hand on mine.

"NO!  YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!" I snatch my hand back.

"It'll take some 'getting used to', but-"

"NO!  I AM NOT MOVING!  I HAVE FRIENDS AND BASEBALL... and... and..." I stop to cough, which sounds more like half wheeze half shudder.  "I HAVE WYATT AND THE TOURNAMENT, AND- OH MY GOD; THE HOUSE!... and- AND KEIRA!  MOM I HAVE KEIRA!  DAD MAKE HER CHANGE HER MIND!"

"Hudson," my father sighs. "I support your mother.  I lost my job, and now I have to move to the other town to get my new one.  You'll love our new house... it has-"

"I DON'T CARE!  I'LL GO LIVE WITH WYATT!"

"Now honey..." my mother starts.

"I HATE YOU!  YOU SUCK!" I scream as loud as I can before sprinting to my room and slamming the door.  The door shut so hard that my clock falls off the wall and shatters.  The shamed clock gives me an interesting idea.  

I stomp over to my trophy shelf, and with one long gesture, I sweep all my trophies and prizes into the wastebasket.  CLUNK!  I rip the medals off the hooks and throw them in the trash as well.  I dismantle my whole set up and grab the trash can.  I open my window and hurl all my accomplishments out and into the pool outside.  SPLASH!  I then throw myself onto my bed and sob.  

Everything was going so great... I had a girlfriend, the baseball tournament to look forward to...

I turn myself over and look at myself in the mirror.  It shows a red faced boy with tears lining his cheeks and big, watery eyes.  This can't be Hudson Burke that I'm looking at.  It just can't.  I continue sobbing.  Life was so perfect... what went wrong?

A/N: I just wanted to thank you all again for all the support you are giving this book.  It really means a lot, and I hope you have enjoyed reading it so far. :)

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