Ms. Moving On

Prologue

A/N: This book was written when I was 11 and needs severe editing

May 2, 2014

"Happy Birthday, Ara." "Thanks," Arletta replied cheerfully. When she got home from school she ran up to her room knowing that a present would be waiting for her. Hopefully the new iPhone.

In her room was definitely not an iPhone. Instead she saw something no girl should ever have to see. Her best friend in bed with her boyfriend. In her bed. On her birthday. "Letta, let me explain-" "Are you going to say it's not what it seems? Because it's pretty clear what it is. My best friend and my boyfriend are having sex in my bed!" She took a deep breath.

"We are so finished, both of you. And Bella- I'm disgusted in you. I knew you for ten freakin' years. All down the drain. I thought I knew you." She turned her head ashamed but knew it was true but it still stung I could tell. Well she deserves it and worse.

"And Ralph. I hate you with every fiber of my being I despise you Ralph Richmond. Well what do you except from a guy named Ralph Richmond." Arletta laughed without humor and stalked off.
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Only afterwards did she feel the pain. Not physical pain but emotional pain. She, humiliated, hadn't told anyone yet, but she needed to. Tears threatened to spill which she knew never should. She had once sworn to her sister, Rachel once that she would never cry over something as worthless as a boy. It had been when Rachel's ex boyfriend of a year broke up for her for no reason. On her anniversary.  They just weren't worth the tears.

Suddenly she knew who to call. "Hey Rachel," Ara said her voice cracking, "Hey sis. Happy birthday. How's 15 treating you?" "How . Ralph cheated on me. With Bella." "That Female Dog. I'm going to kill her." "I think I'm good," Ara chuckled bitterly. "And to top it all off Mom is mad at dad again. And dad still has no idea what he did wrong." "I know Ara. I'll try to visit but college sucks and gives like no vacation. I have class now so I have to go. Bye, love ya." "Goodbye," she whispered back but Rachel had already hung up.

"Sweetheart," her father called her. "Yeah?" "We need to talk." His tone was serious in contrast to his usual twinkling eyes and voice that almost always seemed to be amused. "Ok," she replied. He drew a deep breath, "Your mom and I are getting a divorce." She expected this to happen sooner or later, but seriously on her birthday on top of everything else it was too much. Just the icing on the cake.

"You're living with me. Your father got the house and I got you." Her mom said. The way she said it made Arletta feel like a possession. She half wanted to tell her mom that she'd rather live with her dad than her. She would've if her mom wasn't so sensitive.  "Oh." She said simply biting her lip to keep from crying. "Yes. So we're moving. Tomorrow actually, to California." At this point nothing could make her today any worse. The fact that they were getting a divorce was one thing but without telling her was another. And now she was expected to just pack her bags up and leave. "Okay, but I need to go and say goodbye to my friends. And pack. Can we leave in like a year?" Her mom actually laughed.

"You can say goodbye to your friends but you don't need to pack. You'll be visiting your father often so you'll keep everything here and buy new stuff for our new house, okay sweetheart." "Ok, mom. Goodbye mom. Bye, dad."

After putting her pjs in an overnight bag she left to Chelsea's house for a slumber party with the girls. Minus Bella of course. When she arrived she told Anna and Chelsea all about her day. "That's despicable!" Only Anna would use the word despicable in a conversation as if it's normal.  "What a brat." Chelsea agreed. After hours of talking she was finally starting to fall asleep when she heard Anna whisper to Chelsea, "About time she left. She seriously didn't realize we were only friends with her for her money and popularity."

Anna was often blunt like that but her words stung and Arletta started to cry. Softly so they wouldn't hear her, into her pillow.The pillow that they had all bought matching of and wrote, "Where would we be without our best friends." She decided she would burn the pillow when she got home. This was officially the worst birthday ever. Worse than the time when she accidentally cut her hand off when she cut her cake. She finally fell asleep with a soaking pillow, a broken heart and no friends.

Qotc: What was your worst birthday ever and what year was it?

Mine was my tenth when everyone including me forgot it was my birthday.

The top is how I imagine Arletta. She is played by Ebba Zingmark.