IWKBTKLITABBILHSWTF (title wouldn't fit, that is the acronym)

We're Going WHERE?!

I took a hand towel off the rack, and quickly wiped away the condensation that had fogged up my bathroom mirror. I stared at my soaked red hair, contemplating whether it was worth the effort (and pain) to drag a brush through it. Quickly deciding against searching for my hairbrush, I threw on some sweats and a hoodie and raced downstairs for breakfast.

Skidding across the hardwood floors and into the kitchen, the smell of freshly cooked bacon trickled into my scent glands as Mozart's 38th symphony blared from the speakers on my mother's phone. She turned towards me, putting a finger to her lips as she picked up her phone from the granite counter.

"Hello? Liz Novoa speaking." She motioned for me to watch the bacon as she stepped into the hallway to take her call.

I shuffled over to the stove and looked down at the sizzling bacon. I could hear my mother's faint voice from the hallway, speaking to the person on the other end of the line; I could only assume it was something about her job. As the bacon began to get darker, I pulled each strip off of the pan and placed it onto a plate.

My mother re-entered the kitchen, placing her phone back onto the counter.

"Thank you for watching the bacon honey, sorry about that." She smiled and sat down at the table, motioning for me to do the same.

I sat across from her, glancing at the mountain of french toast piled in the middle of the table before my eyes fell on my dad who was sauntering into the room with his plaid pajamas and comically greased hair. He kissed my mother before falling into the chair next to me, also looking at the tall stack of french toast with raised eyebrows.

"Wow, one would think we were feeding the entire town!" He exclaimed, chuckling at his own joke before spearing a piece of bacon with his fork and dropping it onto his plate.

I rolled my eyes at his joke, grabbing a few pieces of french toast and bacon. My mother smiled and claimed her own serving. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her sending my dad an odd look. My dad sighed and returned the glance. After a small nudge from me mother, he sighed, put down his fork, and looked nervously back up at her.

"Well tell her, we can't keep hiding it," he grumbled. I looked down at my food, swirling it around with my fork, as I waited for my parents to stop talking about me like I wasn't in the room.

My mom nodded quickly before looking over to me,

"Amelie, honey. Uhh, well, this might be a little hard for you to hear," she stumbled over her words, "but we're moving to Hollywood, I got a job offer. A really, really good job offer honey, this could be a big step for us!" Her voice raising with excitement as she spoke.

Despite her optimistic views I struggled to understand the point of us moving, and of her getting a new job. I mean, as an extremely successful and famous hand model, my mother brought in roughly $90k a year, and my dad brought in almost three times as much as an anesthesiologist. I also couldn't help but feel a little hurt at the fact that I hadn't been included in this decision.

"Wait, mom... how long have you been planning this?" My mother's smile brightened a bit at my question; she must have thought I was warming up to the idea.

"Oh for months, and months, and months!" She exclaimed, "we have it very well planned out sweetie, and we wanted to get everything ready and accounted for before we told you, so you wouldn't have to stress about it." My parents continued to explain how America would be a new, fun experience for me. I didn't buy any of it.

"When are we moving?" I queried, my fingers playing with the edge of the table cloth.

"Our flight is booked for 3 p.m. this afternoon, so the schedule I typed out said we should have started packing twenty minutes ago!" She replied, busy picking up the dishes and placing them on the kitchen counter to be washed.

"We're leaving tomorrow and you haven't told me yet?!" I stood up quickly, pushing my chair back and allowing it to bang loudly into the wall before storming up the stairs to my room.

I slammed my door behind me, flopped onto my bed, and instantly began to text my friends, ranting about everything my parents had just explained to me.

Ding! The text tone on my phone rang through my room. I quickly picked up my phone and stared at the bright screen. My friends, clearly not understanding the weight of my current situations, were simply telling me to visit and stay in touch. I scrolled through the list of people asking me to buy them certain brand name items that were "cheaper" in America, and came across a message from my mom. It took my phone a good thirty seconds to load the text my mom had sent me, a packing list. I groaned and stuffed my head in my pillow; I had been planning on playing mini golf with a few of my friends, and instead I was stuck in my room packing for a place I didn't even know the first thing about.

I grabbed the last pair of jeans out of my wardrobe and tried to squeeze it into my overflowing suitcase. Finally managing to find a spot for it, I promptly sat on top of my suitcase, dug my heels into the carpet at my feet, and attempted to zipper it shut. Well, that wasn't going to happen. Maybe if I couldn't fit everything into my suitcase, my mom would reschedule our flight, and I would have enough time to convince her not to go. A wave of relief washed over me as I realised this might just work, I mean, my mom wouldn't even leave our hotel room when we were on vacation in Italy when she had thought her favorite pair of shoes had been stolen.

"Honey? The taxi is here, we don't want to keep him waiting!" And just like that, a part of me died.

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