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An Unexpected Surprise

"I'm WHAT?!?!" I yelled.

"Sweetie, you're transferring schools, I just told you that." said my mother calmly.

"Why didn't you - ? How come I - ? When am I - ?" This is too much to comprehend.

"There is a school in England that you'll be attending. Your father went there and has decided that you'll receive a better education there." Mom replied.

"My real father?" I asked. I've never even met him, or seen or even heard from him for as long as I could remember.

"Yes, your real father. As a matter of fact, you'll be going to live with him in England." she said.

"Wait, so I have to pack up, leave all my friends and family behind, move to a different school in a different country, to live with a man that I have never met, because he says it'll do me good? You haven't been writing and talking to him have you?"I thought, suddenly nervous.

If my father knows about all the pranks and trouble I cause at home and at school, this transition isn't going to be fun.

"Well, yes actually I have been corresponding with him. Why do you care?" she asked, though she already knew the answer.

"Um, geez mom, lemme think . . . . he's gunna think I'm a spoiled brat that enjoys giving teachers heart attacks and making the neighbors scream in terror." I replied, a bit sarcastically.

"Well that's the truth isn't it?" She asked, getting mad.

"YES, but I don't want him to know that. He's bound to hate me already." I said weakly.

"He's your father, he can't hate you. It's a rule."

"Well that makes me feel good about myself. 'He loves you because he has no choice.' Makes me feel all tingly inside mom, really." I sighed.

"That's not what I meant and you know it. Listen Sweetie, I know this will be hard for you, but you only have one more year of school left. You can still write to all you friends back here and visit for the holidays if you like. Who knows, you may wanna stay in England even after you graduate." She said hopefully.

"Huh, sure and I'm a pretty, pretty Princess."

"Sure you are baby, a pretty, pretty evil Princess that likes it when people are scared stupid." came a familiar voice from behind me.

"You know Devon, I wonder what life would have been like if you had had enough oxygen at birth." I replied with a straight face. He was my 'boyfriend' as everyone labeled us. As far as I was concerned we were just friends, but I wasn't going to complain. He was very good-looking. He had dirty blonde hair, tanned skin, gorgeous blue eyes, and a very nice body.

"Cute babe, but you love me anyway. So I heard you're leaving me for a bit, huh?" He said as he put his arms around me.

"Um, . . well yeah, and I think we need to talk. Mom if you could, uh, well leave for a bit?"

"Sure honey, I'll go get your suitcase so you can pack later. Oh that's right, you're leaving tomorrow morning. I'm going to go buy you anything you may need incase your dad hasn't gotten enough." She said and left the room.

"Or anything at all." I replied, under my breath.

"So baby, what did you wanna talk to me about?" Devon said while he was stroking my hair.

I looked up into his eyes and knew what I had to do.

"Listen Dev, I don't think I can have a long distance relationship. I mean, we won't see each other until Christmas maybe even later, and I'll be in England and I know there are tons of girls here that like you a lot. And if you meet someone, I don't wanna be the reason you don't go for it. And I could meet someone. I think it'll just be easier this way. I mean we're only 17. We shouldn't have to be tied down, you know?"

I was looking down at the floor and concentrating on it very hard. He held my chin and made me look up at him.

"I understand baby, I think it's a good idea. Then when you come back after you graduate, we can probably just get back together anyway. No worries babe." He said and flashed his, 'I'm so incredibly good looking, you can't keep your hands off me' grin.

"Um, Dev, about that. I might not come back after I graduate. That's a big might, but I don't want you to think that I'm coming back and we can get back together when it might not happen." I said sheepishly. I probably wasn't going to stay in England but I didn't want him to think I was going to get back together with him. There was one reason I was okay with going to England and that was because I'd have a fool proof reason for breaking up with Devon. I mean, I liked him and all, but not as much as he seemed to like me, or wanted me to like him.

"Oh, ok, I get it. I guess England's better than good old Mass anyway right. Why would anyone wanna stay here with her friends when she can go be even better in England right?" he said getting angry.

"No Devon, c'mon you know thats not what I meant --" I tried to explain.

"Here," he said and shoved a small rectangular box at me, "I got you a going away present." he finished and then left.

I went up to my room and opened it. It was a bracelet with little butterflies, hearts and faeries on it, made from little gems and crystals. It was very beautiful. I put it back into the box, and put into my suitcase, then started to pack. This was something I had to do.