Dear Diary,
Life sucks. No really, yesterday mom told me we are moving. And the best part? To England. She knows I love my school, I have friends, crushes, and besides, I heard everyone from Britain is ugly. It better not be... anyways, I don't exactly know when we are moving. We already started packing. Dad says before school ends definitely. Do you think I can still change my mind?
I guess not right? Maybe I can live under Courtney's bed. It won't be so lonely, the dust bunnies will keep me company. Oh who am I kidding? She always cleans under her bed. And to add on top of that, as soon as we get there, I am finishing the rest of the school year. I will have to make new friends, new crushes, (well that won't be so hard.) Wish me luck...
Lauren
Looking up, I walk over and hide my diary in my underwear drawer. "Mom, what time is it?"
"Five minutes until we have to leave. Are you ready?"
"Almost." I call, looking back into the mirror. I apply some mascara, fix my blonde hair, grab my bag, and leave the room. "Now I'm ready." Standing by the door, I watch my mom pull her coat on, grab her keys, and kiss dad goodbye.
"Have a good day you two." He says, waving us out the door,
I always thought it was weird, he was the stay at home father, watching my baby brother Dylan. While my mom worked at the office in a clothing line industry. She got a promotion, and now we have to follow her to England to work there for a while. She was always the fashion-ista, and is great at it too!
Starting the SUV, I turn the radio on, and hum to the music.
"So, how are you?"
"Mom, are you trying to start a conversation?"
"Why? Is that a bad thing?"
"No, I guess not." I say, playing with the strap on my bag, "I'm fine."
"Fine?" She asks, eyes on the road. Mom always is the safety driver. While dad will be the one joking around, and jerking the wheel. She hates that. Says it's 'bad driver symptoms'. He still does it.
"Oh, um. Nothing, really." I pause, waiting for her reaction. Nothing, as if she expects me to say something else. Feeling awkward in the silence, I begin again, "I guess there is something wrong. Why do we have to move? Why can't I rent out a home here, you can send me the rent money. I will on my best behavior."
"It's not that honey, your too young, and I thought this would be a great experience for you. Why don't you want to see England?"
"Um... because I will loose all my friends."
"Make new ones."
"No mom, it isn't that simple." Even though it kind of is. "I just want to keep my old ones."
"Fine, keep your old friends. Either way we are still moving." Sighing is frustration, I bang my head on the window and leave it to that. When my mom makes up her mind, she sticks with it. No matter what. Waiting until we get to my school, I say 'bye' and walk into the crowded entrance. Heading to my locker, I spot Amanda by the vending machine. she has been my best friend since fifth grade. The entire school knows who we are, because you never see us alone.
"Hey Laur." She says, following me down the hallway,
"Amanda, we have bad news."
"Like, bad bad? Or just bad?"
"Bad, Bad, Bad."
"Oh my, three of them. Tell me, tell me!"
"No, you can't get excited." I say, opening my locker door, "I am moving."
