Switched

Chapter 1- Lindsay

Lindsay slipped on her new pair of-squeal!- Gucci pink pumps with the 3 inch heels. She was so happy to have them. Her parents had bought them for her first day in Lakewood High, the local high school. At least that's what she thought. They didn't exactly tell her why they'd bought them. But Lindsay had been dreaming about this moment forever- forever meaning five whole hours. Hours spent gazing into Gucci's shop window and browsing their website for sizes and colors. Honestly the gift was kind of unexpected. It was unlike her parents to buy this type of stuff for her; they thought it was "unnecessary." That conversation would be followed up with an eye roll. They had more than enough money for "stuff like this." This, she thought as she glanced down. This is a welcome change. Perfect for the day she started 10th grade.

Lindsay was laying out her ensemble for the first day; so far she had decided on a blossom-print mini, a solid color tank top, and her fabulous footwear which was proudly centered by the rest of the clothes. Just as she straightened her floral skirt, her parents walked into her room. "Hi sweetie."

Dressed impeccably in a navy pencil skirt, matching jacket, and white blouse, Lindsay's mother was the perfect epitome of a hard-working, well-educated, stay-at-home mom. A light brown bob encircled her pale face and dark hazel eyes. Her husband looked his part as well; cold, steel eyes and thick eyebrows that were beginning to grey graced the face of this rich businessman. Mother sat down on the edge of the bed and smoothed out the creases in the cotton-candy pink sheets. Her hands were folded in her lap as her husband (AKA Daddy) also sat down beside her. Their eyes were slightly crinkled with worry, but Lindsay was so excited about the new shoes that she didn't notice.

"Hi Mom, hi Dad." She hugged each of them and held up the pumps to her face, smiling. "Thank you do much for these! They are sooo cute! Perfect for another year at Lakewood High," she said enthusiastically.

"That's exactly what we came here to talk to you about." Was she hearing this correctly? Maybe they bought that quilted baby blue Givenchy purse to match her outfit! "We have something to tell you," they continued.

"Mom, Dad, don't worry, I already know." Lindsay sighed and rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"You do?" her dad asked, surprised. "Phew. Well at least we don't have to break the bad news."

Lindsay smiled and said, "You bought me that really cute Givenchy- wait. What?!"

Her parents grinned at her. "Honey," started her mother.

"WE'RE MOVING!" they finished together.

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"You're kidding, right?" Lindsay asked in disbelief. They were now sitting down on the light brown couch in the living room after a temper tantrum from Lindsay made them chase her around the house. "We can't move. We can't. I have a life here. I have friends! And let me guess, were the shoes bait?!"

Her mother tried to look understanding as she bluntly stated, "Sweetheart, try to comprehend this situation. Your father," she gestured towards her husband, who gave a small wave, "He got this perfect, well-paying job that will surely increase the-"

"This job is already well-payed!" shouted Lindsay, throwing her arms behind her to use the well organized, practically-a-mansion home that they resided in, as a support to her claim.

"Yes," her mother hesitated. "But if you want an actual mansion, we can take this job and purchase one." Lindsay stomped her Gucci clad foot in annoyance. But not even the amazing pumps could take her mind off of this disaster. "And if you want us to drive you to school in a limo," Lindsay's mother said, pretending that the stomp hadn't just slightly chipped the tiled floor," we can do that! How about that, huh? It would be perfect."

Perfect is what I have here, Mom," Lindsay insisted. "What do you expect me to do? Give all of this up?!" As if on cue, a flock of bluebirds flew past the window, twisting and spreading their wings in the gleaming afternoon sunlight.

"Yes!" her parents said in perfect synchronization. Her mother's hazel eyes hardened and she played the final card. "Lindsay Ella Roberts! It has been decided and you cannot change our minds!" Lindsay, flustered, uncrossed her arms and curled them into fists. Then the tears came. She ran upstairs, locked the door and cried.