What happens at night

Part 1: Can we survive this move?

"...What? Ivy!"Mariah shouts at me making me wince internally. "You can't be moving! That's just not ok!" She gapes like a fish out of water, almost like the cartoon fish "Dori" from Nemo. The thought brought a small grin to my face even in the grim circumstances. Mariah's mini freak session pulls me out of my thoughts and momentary reprieve from the depressing circumstance that's been looming over my conscience this past week. I weigh my options on how to answer her as to not ensue her first (but surely not last) trip to the psychiatric unit. These things are delicate with Mariah, only I know how to deal with her. Mariah is undeniably my best friend, she always has been and always be, end of story. That's saying a lot too because of my parents social status, my mother being a retired model and my father wealthy off his business, I never really had a shortage of people jumping to call themselves my "friend", of course everyone wants to be friends with the girl with the money and looks. But not Mariah, she never cared about any of that and neither did her family. I look at her calmly trying to asses the situation calmly and not start blubbering and freaking out myself. I watch as she recovers from "Dori the fish" status and chokes out her voice rising "Did you fight them about it? Did you talk to them? Are you going willingly? I mean you know I love 2nd mom and dad but, would it be ok if I just have them a good ole kick in the shins with my steel toed boots?" She continues thoughtfully "Ok scratch that, your mom could squash me in them stilettos" Which makes me giggle at the thought. She is really scary in those weapons of hers, she's not fooling anyone by calling them shoes. We both sigh, the momentary amusing distraction draining away and I scan my surroundings looking at the one place Mariah and I have hung out at since we found it freshman year. I look down at my dangling feet to the ground below, and up at the weeping willows branches as they blow softly in the wind and trail in the dirt. "I'm sorry but it's not my fault nor my choice. I would change it if I could" I say starting my descent from the high branches of the tree. I drop down the 20ft and land gently. "Oh. Yea this is totally time to show off the athleticism Ivy!" She muttered from above me as she bumbles down the tree and lands semi-gracefully beside me. I start heading across our back football field towards the school and Mariah jogs along. "So how long you gonna be in whereverville?" She asks her platinum blonde ponytail swinging behind her as she jogs backwards. I check my phone for the time seeing we have 10 minutes till next class. "Dad says one year is mandatory" I say almost emotionless, I've cried because of this too much lately. I have to be strong so me and Mariah aren't both being crying, snot festers. She makes an abrupt halt almost toppling over backwards before catching herself. "Wait what? Seriously that long?" All playfulness devoid from her features. I nod stiffly holding back tears. "Yea. Longer if necessary says the big boss" I try to joke a bit. It doesn't work. "Are you going to?" She says almost still. "Of course not" I laugh trying to lighten the mood. "I'll be back for our senior year. Promise." She nods accepting it and smiles. "Ok...I can deal with it." We pull open the doors to the newly renovated school and split up at the doors with the knowledge of seeing each other in about an hour. I jog down the hall to my locker and spin the master lock dial like an expert scanning the inside of my locker no more than 30 seconds later. I grab my history tablet and textbook making a last check, slamming my locker shut I inwardly groan wishing I wouldn't have and that the guy standing there now would oh so very kindly step in front of a bus. "Hey there Ivy." A overly sweet voice drawls. I smile, more like a show of teeth. "Hello Brandon" I shut my locker and try and walk off to class but a hand snags my upper arm. "So what are you doing this weekend?" He says acting as if he didn't just blatantly restrain me. "I'm busy" I say as I try to shake him off. He scoffs "Busy? Oh come on. There is no better way to spend your weekend nights then with me" He winks and gives me a smile that reminds me of a colorful snake. Pretty but venomous. "You know what Brandon" I snap "I'm trying to be positive and nice here but your making it pretty danm hard" I look down at his hand that's trying to slither it's way to my waist. He grins "Awe come on babe. Already moved on?" I smile falsely. "Hey Brandon" I beckon him to lean forward and he does so. "Hm?" I whisper in his ear "If you value your hand attached to your body you will remove it from my body" I smile innocently and his grin vanishes. "Fine. You know what Ivy. You can quit your hard to get game cause I'm done playing." He rips his hand off my body like its on fire "And you wonder why I cheated on you, you frigid prude." And he vanishes around the corner as the late bell sounds officially making me late for class. Danm. 

Authors Note: Hai guys. My first time writing in here. I don't have any followers, so I'm wondering if this will get read. But if there is any readers out there vote or comment if worthy. It's a bit boring but things will pick up soon. 😊