The Time of My Life [Completed]

Chapter 1: The Time With the News Part 1

Hey I'm Jessie Keene, your average teen girl....or so you thought. Just kidding! There's no way I'd start my story in the most cringy way possible. Anyway, there are a few things we should get straight. This is NOT your normal story. There's no one love interest that everyone ships, there are those really cringe-worthy moments that everyone wish never happened. There are twists and turns every which way cause lets face it, that's life. And this story is based on my life, plus some other crap my brain made up. Also, the first scene may take place in a church but just letting you know now this is NOT a religious story. Alright now to actually start the story.

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I don't mean to brag but looking back, I've had pretty much the perfect life. Up till now that is. Now, I'm sitting in a courtroom, having my entire future set out for me, but, I guess I should start from the beginning. I was in 7th grade when it all started.

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January 9, 2016

I followed Declan down the isle in my white robe holding a candle in each hand. I placed one candle on either side of the alter before making my way up the steps. As I take my seat besides Declan, our pastor ends his story and says "Let us pray"

I thought about what I wanted to pray for. What I wanted. Of course there was the usual stuff; that my family is healthy and safe, getting straight A's in school, etc. But instead I went for something else. Something that I know for sure I want in my future. I prayed to have one of those fairytale endings where I'll meet the love of my life and we'll live happily ever after and have a bunch of kids. Probably sounds stupid, I know, but it's want I've wanted since I was a little kid. I think I've become obsessed with those Disney endings.

I knew practically everyone in my small town on Long Island, meaning I've known them their entire lives. And let me tell you, there are very few that would even think of dating.

Later that night, my parents called me and my 9 year old brother, Roan, into the living room. Normally, I would have just yelled to them that I was doing homework or something, but my little sisters had just finally gone to sleep and no one wants to wake the devils.

As I stepped out of my room and into the dark hallway, I bumped into Roan. "What do they want? I'm trying to sleep....." he whined.

I sighed. "Just go" I told him, lightly pushing him through the halls of our small house.

When we reached the living room, we were met with our parents, sitting side by side on the couch. The look they were giving us was much more serious than usual, even more than when my mom had to give me "the talk".

Roan plopped onto the couch, oblivious to the tone of the room, as I followed slowly behind him.

"We have something to tell you" Dad has never been good at breaking bad news.

"Oh my-Moms not pregnant again is she?! Four kids is enough!" Roan blurted out. I don't know if I should laugh or yell at him. I covered my mouth to stop a laugh from escaping.

"No..... we're moving" Unlike Dad, Mom always got straight to the point.

What I asked her next is something I will always regret. A question so simple that changed my life. "Where?"

"North Carolina"

I felt tears building up in my eyes, threatening to break free. I've lived in the same house, in the same small town, with so many of our relatives and all of my same friends for my entire almost 13 years on Earth. To think, I'll never spend another Christmas, another Halloween, another New Years in this house. I turn 13 in just two weeks, and then I'll never get to celebrate another here.