I swear, I'm not suicidal

p r o l o u g e

Ding dong

"Aubrey, can you get the door?" My mom shouted from the kitchen.

"But you're already downstairs!" I whined.

"Aubrey Maya Summers! You do not talk back to your mother!"

"Why can't Zoe get the door?" I complained.

"Mom! I am sick! I can't get up therefore I cannot get the door" Zoe yelled from her room. Stupid lying brat!

"Fine!" I groaned running down the stairs. Get the door! No you get the door! Stupid parents. I murmured under my breath.

Ding dong

"Coming!" I shouted.

I swung the door open to see my best friend. Kayla. We are the complete opposites. She has wavy brown hair reaching until mid waist. I have long wavy strawberry blonde hair until above my bust. She has brown eyes. I have blue eyes. Shes popular. I'm not.

"OMG AUBREY YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BELIVE THIS!" She exclaimed grabbing my arm and pulling me to the living room.

"Hello to you too"

"ASHTON BRONWYN ASKED ME OUT!"

Ahh yes Ashton. Like in every other school theres the "popular bad boy" and in my school he is well... The best friend of the "popular bad boy". Like his little sidekick and they are inseparable. Where one goes, the other follows... With a side of drooling schoolgirls. He is—

I heard a scream coming from the kitchen which snapped me out of my thoughts. I quickly ran toward the kitchen. Every time my mom screams it's either really really bad or really really good. I just hope it's a good thing because I just don't think I can handle more bad news for a lifetime. I quickly ran towards the kitchen, curious of what has happened.

"Mom, are you alright?" I asked with worry in my eyes.

"Honey, I am better than okay! I feel AMAZING!" She said cheerfully jumping up and down. Well that's good. Right?

"Wait what happened?" Kayla asked coming to the kitchen.

"Ijustgotpromotedandwearemovingtosanfrancisco" My mom answered really really fast.

Kayla's jaw dropped. Wait. How did she manage to catch that? It's like one huge word! I can see tears building in her eyes.

"No" she whispered.

"Whats wrong?" I asked looking in between them. Suddenly Kayla flies through the door leaving my house with tears on her face. I am very utterly confused.

"Hun, I just got promoted and we are moving San Francisco—"

"Wait WHAT?!?!" I cut her. "Don't get me wrong, I am so happy you got promoted but is it really necessary to move across the country? I am really happy where I am now! I don't wanna move!"

I can already feel tears building up in my eyes. No stay strong do not cry. You are not crying. You are not going to cry. I can't control it and I break into tears. Not tears of joy like my mom. Tears of sorrow like Kayla's. I can't believe it!