Perfection Doesn't Exist (Under Editing)

Chapter 2

"WE'RE WHAT?!!" I said furiously as Dad had just broken the news that we would be moving to LA two weeks from now.

I woke up happy, waiting to see what Dad had brought us. You see, every time he goes on a business trip, he brings Bella and I some souvenirs. Only this time it wasn't a souvenir, it was heart shattering news.

"I know this is the last thing you would want, but I got a job offer for a higher position and they pay better. It'll help pay the bills, raise you and Bella better and give us a much better house for us to live in. I'm sorry, but I'm doing what's best for us."

I didn't mind the house we lived in. Sure it wasn't brand new since it was built in the late 1980's, but it was still our home. I grew up with so many memories in this house, the good and the bad.

I remembered one time when Kiki and a few of my other friends like Brooke, Leah, Travis and Tommy were younger, we snuck out to my backyard when it was raining. We decided to roll around in the mud and start a mud fight. The moment broke when our parents came out looking for us and yelled at us, noticing how much of a mess we were. We all got grounded and we couldn't hang out for 3 days. Those 3 days were the longest days of my life since I was so bored at the house because no one my age was around.

I tend to think of the good memories rather than the bad ones. The bad memories gave me nightmares for weeks. Even the thought of them right now gave me shivers. Though they've somewhat gotten better. Somewhat.

I shook myself from those thoughts and went right back to the subject of the move.

"What the hell dad! You can't just rip me away from my friends! Bella too! They're the only people I really have and care about here besides you and Bella. Please Dad, don't do this!"

I can't believe this was happening. Why didn't he even bother to ask me how I would feel about it? This was not fair at all. It was my senior year, my LAST year in high school. I know, I'm 18, but I got held back a year when the whole divorce situation was happening.

This was the worst time to move schools because it was my last of everything in high school and I wanted to spend it having a kick ass senior year with my friends. But now, no thanks to Dad, I'll be having to go through the trouble of making new friends. The year may be over when or if, I finally get friends and then we'll just be making our own ways to college. I'm going to be the outsider with no friends. Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll make at least one.

"Len, I know this seems unfair but it's for the best. Think about it. I know this is your last year of high school, but you won't have to worry about making friends as much because you'll be going to college the next year having to make new ones anyway." He said to me looking me straight in the eyes, I guess hoping he'd get through to me.

"You don't get it Dad! You don't get it because you're not in my shoes! I hate you! I wish mom could of taken custody of me with the dog! At least the dog would maybe care about my feeling more than you!" And with that I ran upstairs to my bedroom, slammed the door shut and sat on my bed, bursting into tears.

This was so unfair. Never in a million years would I think I would have to worry about moving because we were always doing just fine.

Now that the time has actually come, I feel like drowning in my tears and hoping that something can change his mind or at least something can stop us from going. But in reality, I knew there was no way out of this.

Half an hour passed and I spent all that time crying. After calming down a bit I went to check my phone, forgetting that I promised Kiki, Brooke and Leah that we'd all go to the beach.

The beach seemed like a pretty good place to go clear my head and forget about this. At least for now.

Immediately, I called Kiki.