What we take for Granted

Walking into the kitchen I was immediately forced to sit down. Taking a chair opposite my parents I eyed them cautiously. This never usually happens.

"Honey, we need to tell you something," mum said grabbing my hand. I quickly looked at Dad for some support. What the fudge was happening???

"You have cancer mum? Who's dieing?" I asked urgently. Mum just laughed at me shaking her head. This is too weird.

"You're buying me a car?" I tried again confused.

"No we are not buying you car. We're moving." she finally said. I studied mums expression seeing if I could tell she was lieing, even though I knew she wasn't.

"Haha. Very funny guys. You got me!" I said sarcastically. Getting up from the table to leave, I was stopped short.

"Honey, we're serious." dad spoke this time. I know it doesn't sound like a big deal, people move all the time, but this was not good. I knew if we were moving a neighborhood over, they wouldn't of made a big deal out of this "Where are we moving to?" I gulped.

"England" mum tried with an English accent, trying to make the conversation light. I stood up from the table slamming my palms against the wooden table. "We are moving where?!" I screamed not wanting to believe my ears. "I refuse to go. Do Ryan and Pete know about this? You know this is my senior year right? My senior YEAR! You know that year that everything happens, like prom? And boy stuff? Omigosh?! I have to tell Gemma! And Sherry! What are they going to say?!"I rambled on, not caring if mum or dad were listening or not.

"Look, we wouldn't go if we didn't know what schools you and the boys would be going to. You're dad and I have already sorted it out. You will finish senior year off at Wildon High" mum said calmly, rolling her eyes at me. " Fine then I'll just stay at Gemma's, you guys can go to England and I'll stay at her house, I'm sure her parents will be cool with it." I said, crossing my arms over my chest.Dad just snorted.

"What?" I snapped at him, but he just shrugged. Mum sighed.

"Charlotte we are moving to England and you are too." She said firmly making it clear that I wasn't going to be staying at Gemma's house anytime soon.

I ran up to my room slamming the door and bursting into tears. I am such a baby. I wiped the reamaining tears

from my face before taking clothes out of my closet. We were leaving in two weeks, I was expected to go to school for one week and then I was expected to help pack the house the next week. When I told Sherry and Gemma they also came over crying their eyes out. I scanned my room looking at the old memories I had shared in this room with my friends. Posters of bands and friends covered the walls, leaving no trace of wallpaper to be seen. You know when that little kid on the news gets abducted and you're so thankful that's not you? Well I'd like to think I was that little kid at the moment.