The Spunky Life of Piper Moore

Chapter One~ So Maybe I Shouldn't Have Done That...

"I'm what!?" I yelled, rattling almost every window pane in the household.

"You're going to New York for the rest of your school year," my dad repeated, unfazed by my yelling. I still couldn't believe it. New York! For the rest of my school year? To a normal teen, it would probably seem like a dream, but to me, it wasn't one; I was content with living in Cali, where the weather was absolutely gorgeous and the waves on the beach were actually surfable.

I was just minding my own business, polishing up my surfboard for the plans my friends and I made to hit the beach during summer after we finished the rest of the eight months of the school year, when my dad dropped the bomb on me. "Piper? We've made plans for you to live with your two cousins in New York."

"Cool," I had said, excited. "For the summer?"

"No," he had replied, making me very confused. Until his next words, that is. "You're going to finish the rest of your junior year at Jasper and Jianna's highschool, and then your senior year there, too." Needlessly to say, I had flipped out.

"I still don't get why. What's wrong with Cali?" I asked. My mom answered this time.

"Well first, we want you to have the experience, and second, ever since you almost burned down your homeroom teacher's classroom, I don't think any of the high schools want you to enroll with them now."

"It was supposed to be a small prank! How would I know that Ms. Peter's desk lit up so easily!" I cried. So maybe it wasn't the best idea I've ever had. Just a few days ago, after she gave me a week of detention for accidentally knocking down a supposedly "exceedingly important" stack of manuscripts she told every class in every period not to touch ever, I had decided to get revenge.

I snuck into the school after hours, and used my amazingly awesome lock picking skills to get into the classroom. After a bit of snooping, I found her precious manuscripts and decided to have my own little cozy fire, which was supposed to burn out after I tried to beat it out with a binder.

The whole desk was not supposed to catch on fire. I was not supposed to get caught. I was not supposed to get expelled, and I absolutely was not supposed to move to New York.

I was supposed to make a clean getaway but a little jerk of a snoop, Omri, who would do almost anything to get in good with the staff of the school, reported that I was the one who started the school fire.

He was staying after school polishing the school trophies (seriously, who does that?), when I bumped into him. Of course he interrogated me on what I was doing there after hours. I told a little white lie of forgetting my school binder here.

Ten minutes later, when the classroom went up in flames, he told Principal Beckher that I was the one who had done it, since there was no one else there. He even said I did on purpose, and I quote her, "Why would a sweet, honest, innocent young man like him ever lie?", who expelled me, yesterday on Friday. 

I punched Omri in the face afterwards.

(My parents almost blew up when they heard the news, but, and yes, I admit it, being the cool folks they are put it all down to, as my dad calls them, my "Dang teenage rebellious hormones" and Ms. Peter's unreasonableness)

 "Well what's done is done, and we've already got your airplane ticket," my mom said, waving the blue and white envelope in front of my face.

"But what about money?" I asked. "Or food?

" We've already worked it out. You're going to train as a waiter in the resteraunt where Jillian works, too. Since the owner is my sister's friend, she agreed to hire you," my mom explained.