Teeth

Chapter 1: Moving

2010

Chapter 1: Moving

Stark

“My life is officially over dad, you do know that?!” I told my father who’s forcing me to move to the upscale, yet profoundly plastic, Marketa (America’s 51st state, Yip you read right I said 51st turns out 50 just wasn’t enough for them).

“It’s for your own good, son, plus I guarantee you’ll make lots of new friends there and forget about your old ones in a matter of months,” my dad told me.

 “Months?”I yelled in fury “And I will not forget my friends, not ever!” I stood there absolutely dumbfounded at what he was saying, how could I ever forget my friends?

“We’re moving to Marketa and that’s final young man whether you like it or not!”My father practically hissed.

"But dad I love New York, why in the world would we have to move?” I asked.

“Now see son we moving to Marketa ‘cause it’s a better life for you, Lisa and me, plus it has great schools, housing, safety and entertainment.” My father said.

“Urgh!” I said as I stormed out of the room.

So here’s the deal my dad, Tevin jnr., is the big time CEO of some hugely popular company that sells stuff and things, he’s of French and American descent and is his skin tone is a light shade of cream, he has blue eyes and tanned hair both of which I, luckily, inherited. He has a strong and defined bone structure that would make any male model tremendously desirous. He and my mother divorced about 5 years ago, just after my baby sister was born, which put him in this huge depression and just recently recovered, which is probably why he chose to move to Marketa but still, how could he do this to me!? I’m going to be in my senior year for crying out loud! Parents can be so inconsiderate!

My Name is Stark Cambridge, as you all should know by now, I’m 17 and I have blue eyes with curly tanned hair, almost the exact same shade as my dad’s, I’m about 6 foot 1' and have the body of a super model, or so I’ve been told, I’m Caucasian with a small hint of Portuguese and I’ve just past the eleventh grade at Constance. I’m on the Constance senior football team so I’m kinda a jock and kinda popular oh and I’m dating the most popular girl in school, Aphrodite, and I have a whole fleet of friends and a A grade average, so life for me is pretty grand (now you see why I was throwing a fit about the whole moving thing).

My sister, and only sibling, is 5 and a half years old with impossibly long auburn hair, with a hint of (natural) golden blonde highlights here and there. She has green eyes with a slightly darker skin tone than mine. She’s not yet in school.

So now that you have a sense about my family we can continue with the story.

“Your still gonna visit right?” Aphrodite said as I packed the last of my many Louis Vuitton suitcases.

“You know I would, love” I said starring deep into her crystal clear blue eyes.

“Promise?” She said with honest heartache which reflected in her eyes, knowing I was going to cause her pain made me resent my father even more.

“Promise” I assured her. Slowly I caressed the side of her impossibly beautiful face and kissed her with the passion a soldier would give his wife as he left for war, knowing this might be the last time he sees her, the last time he smells her sweet cologne, the last time he touches her beautiful skin, the last time he kisses her; but I promised myself I would visit her again, that I would make this relationship work no matter how hard it may be. “We’ll still chat over Facebook and Skype we’ll phone and text each other love, always know that I’m never truly gone and I’m just a phone call away,” I reassured her.

“But it won’t be the same…”She said. I ran my fingers through her jet black hair and slowly I kissed her again this time with even more passion, I swear I could actually see steam radiating around us at the amount of passion and heat that was coming from, dare I say it, true loves last kiss(for now).

“Goodbye Aph, I’ll never forget you, and I love you tremendously never forget that” I said with tears in my eyes “Never” I said again.

By now she was crying and struggling to form her words or trying to pronounce it is a more accurate description but I could see it all over her face they said: I’ll never forget you Stark, I love you even more than I love almost everyone else in this whole world, please don’t leave me please!

 She was crying a bit louder and with more emotion, I could see that her heart was shattering by the minute. I kissed her on the forehead a whispered “goodbye Aph” and walked towards the SUV and reached for the handle I looked back to see her really sobbing now. She managed to mumble an inaudible “goodbye” and I entered the SUV and my dad, sister and I went towards Marketa.