My mom and dad walk into my room and say they have some news. I'm excited, but worried. They stand next to my bed, which tells me it isn't really bad news. I'm not expecting it when they say we are moving all the way across the country from Maine to California. Now, don't get me wrong, I love California as much as the next 15 year old girl, but for a different reason than most. I like it because there is nice weather where I can sit outside to read books. Most other teen girls would like it there for the celebrities and the beaches and the hot guys. That doesn't matter that much to me... Anyway, my dad says he got a promotion at work and the new office he will be working in is amazing and huge, and he is all excited and great opportunities and blah blah blah.
"Did you tell Jake?" I ask after they finish with their thought.
"We told him just before we came in here." my mom replies.
I stand up and walk out of the room before they say anything else.
"What do you think about this?" I ask when I walk into his room.
"I don't know... I mean, I'm happy for dad, but I'm not a big California person..." he says without looking up from his magazine.
I sigh. Me and Jake were always close, but lately he just seems to be off in his own world now. I walk out of his room and head back to my room. My parents aren't in there anymore. I went to the kitchen where they are sitting.
"When are we moving?" I ask.
"I start the beginning of August, so we have a month to pack, move there, and get settled." my dad replies.
Before I know it, we're all packed and I climb into the back of the car, some of our stuff in the truck, other stuff in the moving truck, and we are on our way. Goodbye Maine, hello California.
