I was looking outside my window, cookie in hand, when i felt something climbing up my leg.

"Luby stop! I am not gonna give you food" I said a little annoyed. It was the fourth time that my four months kitten was attempting to get a piece of my cookie. I took her off my leg and placed her on the floor knowing that it was only a matter of seconds until I would have her climbing on my leg again, so I put the whole cookie in my mouth and headed to the sofa to turn the TV on.

I must to have been sitting there for twenty minutes when she arrived.

"Cassie?" It was the tone what first made me worry, she sounded scared as if she was afraid I had left and someone else was instead.

"Mom I'm in the couch" I said whit a cautious voice.

She walked fast until her eyes met mine and her fear faded. Something was definitely wrong.

"What's wrong?" When I asked her face changed into a more relax complexion.

"Oh, nothing honey I got scared when I heard noises, I thought you were going to Daniel's house" She said with a faint smile.

"Don't you remember? Daniel's sister is in the hospital and his looking after her" That was wired, we had been talking about it for the last two days.

"Right! Sorry I have been a little off lately".

That's true things had been hard at work and mom was considering moving to another city to try and find a better job.

We were eating in silence that night watching CSI when my mom told me.

"I got a job offer today" She was trying to smile but didn't succeed.

"What? That's great! Where?" She had finally found a job, and she was sad?

"In Chance Harbor" The words came out more like a spit than like a sentence.

"Oh" Was all I could say, now I know way she was so bumped. "Are you going to take it?" I tried to put a little enthusiasm.

"I think so honey, things are not going very well here, I think we should not let this opportunity slip away"

"Okay… when do we have to leave?" I saw that was a question she did not want me to make.

"Next week" When my face changed she added, "I know, I know the dance is in eight day but if we don't go we won't have another chance" she took my hand and smiled an apologetics smile.

We had been looking forward to this dance so much! It was going to be the dance of the fricken year!... Gosh, how was I going to tell my friends that I was moving and before our first dance together? While I was thinking I saw my mom's hand on top of mine and all my complaints went to hell; I knew how much she was blaming herself and, although she had never told me, I knew that she thought herself as a failure, and that was definitely not true she just had bad luck but tried as hard as she could, thus when I looked up I offered her a big smile, "It's okay, I'll talk to the guys and we will go clubbing, the dance was getting a bit lame with all the principle intromissions anyway" She smiled, a little relief in her eyes and we went on trying to discover the murderer.

"Chance Harbor… here we go" I thought a bit sarcastically, this was going to be completely and utterly boring.