Chapter 1
"I don't want to move." I said, stubbornly.
How could my parents make this decision to move without asking me, again. This is the second they drop the bomb that were moving without my input into the decision. Not just any move either. An out of the state move, to Colorado! It was purely no fair.
"I don't want to leave the state of Michigan, I don't even want to leave this town." I said, once again trying to get through to my mother.
"Liz, I told you." My mother said, "There's no getting out of it." She turned on the stove and placed a frying pan on it, "Your father's been promoted and there having him work at the company in Denver, Colorado."
My father? He wasn't really my father. My dad ran out on us when I was five. Dustin Patterson, came into our lives a year later. He loved my mother and me from the moment he met us. He constructed blue prints for a large corporation. He was more of a father and husband then my real father ever was.
"What about my friends?" I asked, desperately for one last try.
"You'll make new ones, I promise. Your Grandma Iris lives only an hour away. You haven't seen her sense you were ten." My mom explained.
"Yeah because we moved here. This is the second time we've moved. First time was because we wanted to get way from Minnesota. The second time was because of dad's business. Grandma didn't want to stay in Washington. The only reason she was there was because of us. There was no way we were getting her to live here. I've gotten so many close friends here. I'm 17, I'm older and I understand more of what's going on." I said.
"I know dear, but you've only got one more year of school left and it will be starting in two months." She pored the noodles into the pan.
"I'll be eighteen next month." I said, darkly. Of course they'd move me a month before my birthday.
"Elizabeth Ma Johnson." My mother scolded, turned around to face me, "This argument will end now. You know how important this." The back kitchen door open. Without looked, I knew it was Dustin. "You know what happens when you get into these moods."
Of course that's when the silver ware drawer flew open. Causing everyone to flinch and the room to go silent.
"Well I came into the wrong end of the conversation." Dustin said, jokingly, like always. Dustin can go into an argument between two drunk people and turn into a a two best friend reunion.
My mother sighed and I even felt, less upset.
"I'll clean it up." I said, already making my way to the floor. From ever sense I can remember when I get mad, weird things happen. Like things braking or flying across the room. We normally don't talk about it, so we don't know why.
Before I could even start to pick up a single silver ware, Dustin had bend down in front of me and stopped me from touching anything.
"Please, Lizy." He said, softly, "I know this is the second time I've asked you to move and I have no right to take you away from your friends, but would you please do this for me. I know it's a lot to ask, but it is very important for me career. I don't care if you want to hate me for this after words, I deserve it. Just please do this one thing for me." Dustin was the also one of the sweetest guy you'd ever meet. Hate him for this? He knows it's almost impossible for me to hate anyone, no matter what.
I sighed and nodded, "I'll go willingly, but I don't hate you." I said.
He gave me an awkward one arm hug, sense we both were bending down near the floor. Once he released me, he said, "I'll pick this up, you can go do what you want."
I nodded and made my way out of the kitchen when he spoke to me again and made me stop, "Thank you, Lizy." I nodded and walked out of the room, hearing my mother call, "Super will be ready soon."