You Can't Sit With Us || Cameron Boyce {GIVING AWAY}

I walked into our apartment after an extremely long and boring day of school. I needed a nap. I threw my bag on the floor by the door and pulled off my white hightop converse. I walked over to the blinking light on the answering machine and pressed the play back button. One of the messages was from Mrs. Gonzalez from downstairs. The second one was from my dad's office. He's the CEO of a major company in Downtown New York.

"Hello, Jason! Sorry to call you but Corporate needs you sooner than they had planned. So you need to be packed in less than three weeks. When you get this, call me back!"

I screamed at the top of my lungs.

What!? Why? How? I'm not moving. I-I wait!

I heard keys jingling in the lock of the door. My father walked in and I went off. "Dad! How could you do this to me! Why? I can't believe this! I hate you!"

"What are you talking about sweetie?"

I slammed my finger on the answering machine and the messages played. I ran up the stairs and sat at the top where he couldn't see me but I could see him and listened as the messages played. My dad stayed and listened.

"Carter." My father said walking towards the stairs.

"Why would you ever want to move away from here? I love it here dad. I don't want to go." I say coming into his view.

"I know you don't want to move. I don't want to move anymore than you do, but we need a new start at life."

"A new start at life!? Are you kidding me? What kind of bullshit are you spitting at here? Did Marcus happen to accidentally put coke on your waffles instead of powdered sugar? I'm fine with my life the way it is. I know your all like blah, blah, blah about mom but still this is my home, our home! I've grown up here. I've been hailing taxes even before I could talk. New York is in my blood. I swear if we're going to New Jersey Ill kill myself."