How to make a Bad Boy fall in Love

Rule 1: Never under any circumstances move beside a Badboy

Rule 1: Never under any circumstances move beside a Badboy

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Moving is the worst. With all the boxes being loaded,moving trucks coming in and out of your driveway, making sure you have everything packed and loaded. Knowing that by tomorrow you will be in a new place having to make new friends, thinking about it sends shivers down my body.

It's June 27th. The day I have to move. I'm 16 going into grade 11. Leaving with only 2 more years of High School left. Everyone I have known since kindergarten, I wont be graduating with them it will be another set of people. Maybe even people I don't like at all.

But I have to do this, I mean its for the best. Ever since my Dad has left us things have been have been hard on my Mom and I. I mean look at me, I use to have friends be able to go out in a bikini and not care. But when my Dad left I was "mourning" over the lose, that he left us. I would eat and eat, I stopped going to the gym everyday, and soon I didn't even bother going. I would cancel on my friends, making up an excuse on why I cant go. But in reality it was because I was crying or jealous that when I go over there I knew they would be having dinner together as a family doing stuff together, even if it was just cleaning or setting the table.

Most Dad's leave and it was expected, they were already fighting and arguing when they thought kids were asleep but weren't, not talking when the whole family was together etc. All in all most Dad's leave and it was expected.

My Dad was different. We didn't expect him to leave. My parents weren't fighting, never had. My Mom was sick...

She had something the doctors could not find out, but fell into a coma. My Dad stayed there for 2 months, then stopped showing up at home and the hospital. One night I will never forget it was Christmas time. I came home from a friends house. The first thing I saw that night was a gold note. The words on that paper broke my heart, I shredded those papers to nothing. That night I remember I swore never to talk to him again. I didn't tell my Mom for about a day, then I couldn't stand it and told her. Crying ever single word out of my mouth. Of course she didnt know, she was in a coma. But I told her.

I hate my Dad. I will move. To get away from him. I don't care about my old life I just want a new one. Forget about this Dad.

I will do it for my Mom. Its for the best, not just to make me happier but for her too.

I look back at my Mom who is grabbing the boxes one by one and giving them to the man who is helping us load up.

'Mom!" I yell. "I'm going inside it's already 11:45. I need sleep for the BIG day tomorrow"

"OK sweetie. I love you. Get rest for the big day" she shouts back at me.

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MOVING DAY

I wake up at 5 to get ready to leave since my Mom wants to be there early to get unpcked and show me how the house looks. I only saw it when it was being built. I wont lie I'm excited to be going to see the house. Excited to have new neighbours and happy-ish to be able to start fresh, I mean its not always a bad thing to do.

The drive is 6 hours. Which is too long in my opinion. But Mom says other. She says the farther away from your farther the happier you will be.

This drive has to be the borigest thing ever. I already

-texted my one friend

-played all my games on my phone

- ate my lunch

-finished the book I was reading from cover to cover

- loooked at my old school stuff. (in a bag thta was by my feet.)

I have done everything and anyting a person could do in a car with her Mom right beside her.

"Mom! Please, say we are there' I shout, even though she is directly beside me.

"Sweetie I know your bored trust me I am too. But we are almost there at most an hour and a half away."

"Mom. That is not close! I think my walk from my bedroom to the fridge is a long walk. This feels like DAYS right NOW."

My Mom rolls her eyes. "Sweetie. Stop being dramatic. It is honestly very annoying. Just be quiet stay still and your seat and dont make a sound."

I let out a giggle. I dont know why but it was funny. Maybe it was because she practically told me to shut up, it hilarious.

"Sweetie Blaire. Your laughing at everything. Are you.. like on drugs. Look sweet pea, we can get you help. I know that the last few months have been hard on you.

"Mom please, just STOP" But as I say this I'm still laughing.

This goes on for the rest of the ride. Most of the conversations went like this

"Sweetheart if you are on drugs, just tell me." My Mom is trying to be serious and is thinking I'm on drugs... is she kidding me right now!

"Yeah Mom, I'm on drugs you've caught me. I just love those drugs. Ya know #420!! You're just...always right. Good job."

Finally after the most boring ride of my life, probably gaining 5 pounds from all the food. We're there!

The house is a perfect size for the 2 of us. It's a one story home with a perfect entry way. A stone path that leads to the front door, with trees on both side of you with beautiful blooming flowerrs hanging from them.

"Oh s***. Their here."

I look to my left where I see my new neighbour, at least that's what I think.

He's a boy wearing a hat so I can't see him, he has 3 other guys around him. Then they start running so I can't see him. Great a guy neighbour is EXACTLY what I want to have.