Falling for Farren

~Day 3~

"It's only her third day here Paul. Let her adjust," Mom murmurs to Dad as I walk in the disastrous kitchen.

When they notice me she jumps from surprise as Dad covers up their conversation with a smile. Dad has on a nice, black, tailored suit. I instantly know today is his first day at work. I should be excited for him and his promotion but it gives me more of a hollow feeling inside. Like a reminder that we really have moved to Bennix, Connecticut.

I scuffle across the floor in my bunny slippers and take a seat on the kitchen counter. I want to wear anything but these ridiculous slippers I borrowed from my sister, but most of my shoes are still packed away in one of the moving boxes.

The kitchen is a nightmare. Pots and pans are lying around everywhere along with Mom and Dad's expensive china. I feel uncomfortable even sitting on the counter. I can't even fathom how we went from a gourmet kitchen to one that has a broken dishwasher, a foul-smelling microwave, and a broken faucet handle.

"Good morning sweetheart," Dad plants a big, wet kiss on my forehead.

"Hey," I respond groggily.

Mom pours me a bowl of Cheerios as she says, "How did you sleep?"

"Fine I guess," I say with a shrug.

But I didn't sleep last night at all. I couldn't find myself to. I had to sleep on my mattress with a couple of blankets. I thought I'd adjust to this new place right away, but nope. There's a window in my new room that is huge. It's the only room on the top floor of the house. Instantly I knew that had to be my room when we came here. Lily would've killed for the view from the window. It's just starry skies illuminate my room at night and I love it. It's about the only thing I love about being here. Last night I just lay awake thinking about all my friends and Lily. I bet she's having so much fun back up in Nebraska.

Lily told me she'd never have the senior year she's always dreamed about. That without me she would be best friend-less and roaming the halls helplessly. What could I say? I'm sorry? I feel like the world's worst friend for moving away during our senior year in high school, but what other choice did I have?

I also had to tell Will that I was moving. Our relationship was already plummeting but when I mentioned moving it's as if all of our problems never existed to him. He told me time away from each other would fix everything and that in the weeks to come we'll want nothing more but to be in each other's arms. He was excited about me moving and that's when I knew that our relationship would never thrive. Who would be excited about their girlfriend or boyfriend moving away?

"Is Reagan up?" I ask getting my mind off things.

Dad gives a small laugh, "Bridge, It's six in the morning."

"Oh?" I ask surprised.

"Yeah, it's unlike you to get up at this time of the day," Dad grins.

Mom hands me the bowl of Cheerios as she asks, "Ready for school tomorrow?"

"Can we please not talk about this?" I ask annoyed.

Dad looks at his watch and then kisses both Mom and I again. "Actually it seems that I have no time to talk. I have to go to work," Dad hurriedly speaks.

"Good luck on your first day. We're proud of you," Mom beams as he rushes out the door.

I expect to hear the front door close but then I hear dad yell to us, "Argh! Jasper ran out and I'm running late! Please go get the dog I don't have time for this."

Oh, Jasper. A part of me wants to scold at Dad for accidentally letting Jasper out the door but the other half of me is worried for Jasper. He always runs away if you let him out and he never comes back. And on top of that, he's in a neighborhood neither Jasper nor I know much about.