Forever

Chapter 1- sweet sixteen

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Chapter 1- Sweet Sixteen

"What?!" I yelled, not sure if it sounded more like a question or a statement. My mother sighed while Chloe, my bestfriend, rolled her eyes.

" You knew about this?" I asked, turning to look at her straight in her copper colored eyes. "Well..yeah." She said nervously, while avoiding my glare. I whirled back to my mom, feeling myself get more impatient each second.

"How come she knew before me? And why did you wait until the last possible moment to tell me we're moving? To a different continent! The day that we're supposed to move!" I couldn't believe this was happening. They expected me to just willingly and happily leave my whole life behind? In their dreams.

My mom sighed again and gave Chloe a knowing look. Then she leaned back in her chair and started rubbing her temples. "Amber, sweetheart, please slow down. I know that this is hard for you, but we thought it would be easier for you for you to adjust if things happened faster. That way you wouldn't have to dread saying goodbye to everyone."

I swallowed my comeback and forced myself to try to see things from her point of view. Nope, this situation still made no sense. What kind of logic was their thinking based of off?

" But this way I can't say goodbye at all!" Chloe stood up and walked around the breakfast table to put her arms around my shoulders. "Yes you can." She said gently. "Our plane isn't until four o'clock, school ends at three, and since the airport is only a half hour away that gives us enough time to go to school if you want."

I leaned my head on her shoulder, feeling the fight die down inside of me. Chloe always had that effect on me, making me calm down. She wasn't only my bestfriend, she was kind of my sister. My mom adopted her after my dad died from a car accident, when I was around five years old. We've pretty much been inseperable ever since.

"But then I won't have enough time to pack." I said as I pulled out of her arms and lifted my head to look at her. Chloe was beautiful, and she knew it too, just not in a mean girl sort of way.

That's why she was practically worshipped at our school. I was popular too, but not as much as Chloe, because I didn't like all the attention. I watched as her hand nervously shook as she pushed her white-blonde hair from her heart-shaped face, and glanced across the table to my mom then said, "Already taken care of."

She had asked me to watch a movie with her last night so I had fallen asleep on the couch with her near the end of "Dear John." I never had much tolerance for sappy dramas, I prefered action movies. I looked at her curiously and asked "When did you have time to that?"

"After you fell asleep." She replied, still not meeting my gaze. I narrowed my eyes when I realized she had asked to watch that movie on purpose. My mom, sensing the tension, stood up and walked to the stove to flip another pancake.

"We didn't want to wake you, Amber, but don't worry, we made sure to pack everything you needed, and your outfit for today is on your bed, Chloe picked it out." I groaned and layed my head on my hands

. It was bad when my mom picked out my clothes, but Chloe was horrible. I loved her to death, but we had completely different styles. I prefered jeans and a t-shirt, while she always went for short skirts and frilly blouses, and of course, high heels. I didn't even own more than two pairs of pumps, so there was no doubt that  the clothes waiting for me upstairs were Chloe's.

"School is in twenty minutes, girls," my mom warned as she placed the pancakes and syrup in front of us. "If you want to go I suggest that you eat quickly and get dressed." 

Ten minutes later, after eating in silence and washing my plate, I was slowly heading up the stairs, the blank spaces where pictures used to be reminding me that this might be my last time doing so.

I silently ran my fingers along the wall unitl I stopped at the last door in the hallway, turned the knob, and walked into my room. I was greeted by emptyness. The only reminder that this had been my room was the mint green wall color and my furniture.

 I shut the door and padded over to the closet. Sure enough, it was empty. I sighed and braced myself for what lay on the bed. I turned to see a short, light-wash, jean skirt, light green tanktop, gold leather jacket that cropped at the elbows with matching gold high heel ankle boots, and a black Betsy Johnson purse with gold studs. Figures.

I dressed quickly, silently praying that I wouldn't fall in those shoes. Glancing inside the purse, I saw that it was already filled with my phone, my small makeup bag, a brush, some Dentyne gum, and a water bottle.

The door to my room suddenly opened revealing Chloe to be wearing a similar outfit. "You look amazing!" She squealed as she ran to pull me into a hug. Then I walked to the standup mirror by my door and groaned at what I saw. "I look so preppy." I whined.

"Oh, hush up, and do something about your hair, we're leaving in two minutes." And with that,  she gave me a small smile and left the room. I walked back to the bed and picked up the brush inside the purse, pulling it through my hair once. Then I picked up the bag, and with a silent goodbye,  left my room for the last time. 

I wandered through the hall and down the stairs, trying to memorize every detail. From the tiny scratch on the top of the stairs caused by me trying to walk up in rollerblades, to the secret hole in the staircase railing where I used to hide money, it was all a part of me. I was really going to miss this house.

When I got to the bottom, I took one last detour through the empty first floor, stopping before the front door. My mom and Chloe stepped out from the kitchen doorway, keys in hand. Chloe was a few months older than me, so she already had her liscense.

They ushered me outside onto the porch, gushing about how pretty I looked. "Thanks." I mumbled when the door shut behind us.

Chloe flashed me a smile then went to wait in her blue convertable. I looked back to my mom who pulled out a small box from her pocket and handed it to me. She gave me a peck on the cheek then started for her company minivan.

"I hope you like it Amber, have a good day at school." She called over her shoulder. Putting the box in my purse I got in the convertable. "Oh and Amber," my mom tossed over her shoulder, "Happy Birthday!" 

I rolled my eyes. It had been.

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