"Abigail, could you please come here?" My father called from his phone. He sounded nervous, which usually means that something bad is about to happen. I walked down the stairs to his office slowly, thinking about what he wants. There were only two reasons that I could think of. He could either want to talk to me because he wants to discuss my helping with his business or he wants me to move back to the states, so that he and his new wife Alicia could spend time together. I had a gut feeling that it was about choice B. My father, Christopher, was a big time business man, and he rarely had time to come home or to visit my brother and I, but he somehow always ha time for Alicia. Hmmm.
I paused outside of his study. I took a deep breath and went in. There I saw my brother, Derrick, my step mother, and my father. He motioned to the seat in front of him. I sat down, giving him a wary glance. He took a deep breath and began.
"Abigail, as you know, your mother and I were both born in America. Alicia and I both think that it is time that you and your brother go back, to get used to other things. It is not that we don't want you here, but think of it as what your mother would have wanted. Besides, you have been asking to get out of Paris for the past two years, so this great opportunity."
After he finished his little speech I turned to Alicia. I didn't say anything to her. I gave her a glare, wiping off the smirk she had on her face. I had no doubt in my mind that she had something to do with this. We never got along.
I turned to my father. Before I could get a word in my father had already spoken. "Your brother has already agreed to going, so I suggest you do the same. You should start focusing on your studies more, rather than partying with your friends. You are dismissed."
As I was walking out of the room, I heard him say "You will be leaving tomorrow night at 9, and will be living in Forks, Washington. Abigail, I beg of you please don't make this harder than it already is. Alicia and I care for you"- that's a laugh- "and we think that for the time being this is the best decision." I gave him a curt nod, and ran out with my brother on my heels.
"Abbey, will you please slow down!"
I slowed down to a walk so that he could catch up to me. By the time he got to me I had turned so that my back was to his face as he was talking.
"Abbey, you really think that dad wanted to do this? He only did it because he had us in mind. At the moment, he is working hard, to get us what we want. When mom died, he had a hard enough time as it was, but you complaining every five seconds aren't going to help him. If I were you I would tough it out, and do the right thing. Besides, he's throwing us a party tomorrow, so we can say bye to all of our friends, so if I were you I would go and get some sleep. But think about what I said, just forgive and forget."
He left me in front of my bedroom door, where I thought about what he said. I decided in the end to give it chance. I mean, how hard is it going to be to go from wild and party like Abby to reserved school girl Abby? The faster I make the change the sooner I can come home. I picked myself from the floor, and thought about how much packing I had to do.