The Move

Chapter 1

It has been 4 days since my mum and dad told me we were moving, and it has therefore, been 4 days of a silent household.

*Flashback*

"Move? FUCKING MOVE? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?"

"Dont you dare use that language in front of me (Y/N)!"

"I WILL USE WHATEVER FUCKING LANGUAGE I WANT. I AM NOT MOVING ANYWHERE!"

"Oh, so you're going to stay here, in this city? By yourself? Yeah..didn't think so (Y/N)"

"I'll..I'll..I'll live with Emily. Her mum will take me in, she loves me. She said I have nice eyebrows once, I bet she wouldn't make Emily move an 8 hour aeroplane journey away from everything she knows"

"Yeah well I'm not Emily's mum. I'm your mum, and were moving. Today is the..*fumbles around in the kitchen drawer to find a calendar* the 23rd September and the house should be packed up and ready for us to leave on October 17th" 

That was sort of how the conversation with my mother went down after she said we were moving to Nebraska. Where the fuck even is Nebraska? Omarh? Omaheh? Whatever the shitty name, of the shitty town we were moving too was called, I wasn't going.

Why did they want to move anyway? We have a great life here. Both my parents have good paying jobs, my brother is starting to really settle in at Secondary school and I just got on the Student council. And Nathan. How could I leave Nathan? And Hannah, Alice, Danielle, Megan, Amy, Emily! Nathan and I have been dating for almost 3 years, and he is the love of my life. Cheese yes I know, but he is.

How could I leave him?

Oh yeah..I think I forgot to mention. Yes..I'm moving to Nebraska, but I'm also moving to the United States..I'm from London, I'm a London girl, and I know no different..What if they hate my accent? Or think I'm too small? 5'4 is too small, right? What about my hair colour? Blonde isn't fashionable acceptable in America? And my body. I'm way, way too fat for America..