Ok it may be short but whatever, I'm on my way to school now so kinda in a rush. Enjoy! VOTE. COMMENT. FOLLOW.
Megan's POV
"WHAT?!?! TODAY?!?! WE'RE LEAVING TODAY?!?" I screamed at my father, who seemed completely at ease with this whole move-to-neighboring-countries-overnight concept. Exasperated, I looked over at my mom for help, hoping to see some of my emotions plastered on her face. But noooo, she was JUST AS CRAZY TOO!!!!
"Yeeeaaahh...hon, you feeling ok?" My mom drawled out as if talking to a 7-year old.
"'Ok'?!?! 'OK'?!?!?!?!?! How can I be 'ok' if I'm moving my whole life to a completely different country in less than one night with my insanely idiotic parents?!?! I mean, come on, how can you expect me to asapt so quickly. Why didn't I at least get a notice? I have to leave all my friends behind-"
"Yeah right, you don't have any friends," my dad rudely cut in.
"UH, DO TO!!! I have TWO!"
"Wow. Congratulations on achieving your life goal!" My dad quickly spit out before he saw the shoe I threw come hurtling right for his head. Turning, he ran out of the room laughing like a maniac. I couldn't help myself, I laughed too; no matter how mad he made me, my Number One Guy could always make me laugh. But that doesn't mean I still wasn't pissed at my mom and dad. Pivoting on my heel, I spun around quickly to face my mom, rage mixed with amusement swirling on my face.
"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I have a whole life built up here already, and you know how long it took me to do just that" I told my mom, giving her a pointed look. She knew exactly what that look meant: A few years ago, I was not the same as I am now. I was very quiet, shy, and reserved. I still am actually. But back then it was way worse. When I was born I didn't talk for over two years of the predicted age I was supposed to start speaking! My parents thought I was mute, but then I said my first word (as if on cue), and they relaxed a little. Over the years, I retained my habit of speaking only when spoken to. It's not that I was cocky or arrogant or something, and thought myself above everyone to not speak to people, but it was just my personality. I was always the one who aat at the back of the classroom, who worked alone on group or partner projects, who didn't think herself good enough to be peoples' friend. Now don't get me wrong, I'm a pretty awesome person, but I don't showcase my characteristics to people for fear of the fact that they won't like me. However, since kindergarten I have always stuck with this one kid: Mason Turner. He's my best friend. He's always been there for me, especially when I needed him most. He was like my shoulder to cry on, my own joking clown to make me laugh when I was sad (besides my dad), and, well, my hero. My other best friend, Jaylynn, is awesome as well (but not nearly as awesome as me, as I have made clear multiple times). I met her in third grade, when I was forced to do a partner project with an actual partner. I was dreading it, but come to find out she was actually really nice. We instantaneously became friends. I introduced her to Mason, and she fell for him. I'm not really sure if Mason is aware of the crushing that has been going on about him from Jaylynn these past few years, but I'm pretty sure he feels the same way back. We're all now in our junior year of high school. Mason is really sweet, and handsome too, which he uses to his advantage. He has blonde-brownish hair always spiked up, with ice-cold blue eyes. He's the star quarterback on our football team here at Tayloridge High School, and also the biggest player there is. All the girls literally beg him to take them, but I know who he really has in mind: Jaylynn. They're just so cute together!!! He's never made a move on me before, and I'm glad. I would like to remain our best-friends-forever-only relationship. Anyways, yeah. Jaylynn on the other hand, she's really sweet, and pretty too. She has long red hair that cascades in curls down her back, and bright green eyes that always seem to sparkle, especially when she's looking at you-know-who. They've always supported me, especially after the incident, and I can't just leave them...But that's a whole 'nother story.
The thing is, I'm not entirely sure I have much of a say in the matter.
"So, whatdaya say? Give it a go?" My mom cut in my thoughts asking the inevitable question with pleading eyes.
"UGH FIIIINE!" I finally broke.
"THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH SWEETIE!! You know, you saved your father and I a lot of trouble." She said the last part slyly, which made me suspicious. "What are you talking about, 'saved yout father and I a lot of trouble'," I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.
"Don't tell me you didn't know?! I mean, com'on, you should've seen it coming by now! Your father and I would've taken you even if you didn't want to go, kicking & screaming even. It was just a matter of time before you broke, which you just did. If you didn't by the time we were done with you, we would've forced you onto that plane one way or another. Are you ok...?" Mom asked worriedly. Halfway through her little confession, my face had started heating up from the anger building inside me; so it was probably tomatoe red right now.
YOU JUST BASICALLY CONFESSED TO ATTEMPTED KIDNAPPING AND MANIPULATION OF THE BRAIN ON A MINOR, AND Y'ALL ARE MY OWN PARENTS!!! I'M PROBABLY GOING TO GO TO SOME RINKY-DINK TOWN WHERE THE EDUCATION SYSTEM IS CRAPPIER THAN IT IS OVER HERE AND LEAVE ALL MY BEST FRIENDS BEHIND!!! I AM JUST SWELL." And with that sarcastic note, I pivoted around and walked straight out of there like a boss. Guess I'll be going to Cali after all.
OK, SO HOW WAS IT?!?! I just got back from school and I only have a few minutes to update before I have to go back outside and shoot (I'm a world-renown olympic recurve archer, IT TAKES WORK PEOPLE!) so sorry if it's short. BYE MY PEEPS!!✌ Until next time...☺
