Ten Too Many Boys ***Old Version!!!***

Chapter One: I'm Off to the Funny Farm

I am still lying on the couch, my stuff in bags around me, when I hear a knock. I don't move and continue to sit there looking blankly up at the ceiling, because to be honest, I am just too lazy to move.

The door opens and my Nanna walks in. "Max dear, are you all ready?" I move my eyes to her as she hovers over me anxiously. I slowly sit up with a sigh.

"Yeah, just being lazy." I grin at her.

She's in her late forties with graying hair that she has let loose right now. She has a kind heart but as much as she has tried to cheer me up about the move, I am pretty damn sure she will never know what it feels like to have your father ditch you.

She has a big loving family to take care of her. I only have my dad.

She casts another look at me before leaving me alone to get my stuff together.

I lift my legs over the side and slowly stand up. I look around the room to make sure I won't forget anything important and a quick glance at the list I made tells me I haven't.

Unless I forgot something on my list. Oh well, too bad.

Crumpling it up I throw it carelessly behind me. The room feels empty and hollow. Most of my stuff, the little I have, is already on a moving truck to Montana.

At least I am going somewhere pretty.

Smiling at the thought, I study myself in a mirror. I had selected some old jean shorts with paint splatters on them, dirty, blonde hair pulled tight into a messy bun and a tank top with a saying "sisters before misters" in glittery, loopy handwriting on the front. It's my favorite shirt and my best friends have matching ones.

I grimace at the thought. I'll miss my friends but we promised to talk often, which for now, will hopefully be enough.

With another sigh, I gather up my few bags that I'm taking with me on the plane and slowly carry them out to the car.

I set my bags in the car and walk around to the back of the house to quick dump the last of the dried cat food in several bowls.

I feed stray cats and sometimes I might bring one into the house to cuddle. I never told my dad but I have a feeling he knows because even though I buy the cat food, I assume he has seen the receipts.

My absolute favorite cat is Angel. I couldn't bear the thought of her left all alone without me, because she is pretty much a house cat now.

She obviously is an expert hunter from all the "gifts" she has brought me, so I thought as long as we are going to be on a farm I suppose she could help by catching mice.

I didn't want to risk her being scared on the plane so I sent her with my stuff on the moving truck. Even though she was yowling her head off when she left. Having connections sure does help when you're in a tight spot.

I stand there thinking, my hands stuffed in my pockets.

"Max!" My head snaps toward the car. Looking longingly at the bowls I once again wish I didn't have to leave so I could see my cats one last time. Padding silently to the car, I open the passenger door and slide in.

I don't fail to notice the sympathetic look Nanna shoots at me as I slip into the car.

As we pull away from the house I take out my phone, my baby, and listen to some music while I stare blankly out the window and watch as we drive through the New York countryside.