Okay, this is my first story, so don't be killing me about it. I'm also a freaking terrible author, so don't read it if it sucks, which it probably will. Hmmmm…it's a one shot, unless for some reason people want more. So go ahead and read it!

DISCLAMIER; I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS. THEY ALL BELONG TO WENDELIN VAN DRAANEN.

I seriously think that my life was ending when I heard the news.

Seriously.

I mean, when you're nineteen, most people think that nothing would surprise you.

Ha, they're wrong.

I mean, I had never been close to my mother, especially after an incident involving Casey Acosta's dad and a restaurant called Land Broilers (Or something like that. I don't remember the exact name).

Anyways, Lady Lana and I had never really gotten along. But as I stood in that dress, with the rest of the bridesmaids, I'm pretty sure that I hated her more than ever. And I'm not selfish. But what would you do if your mother married your archenemy and boyfriend's father?

Freak, I'm pretty sure.

And I wasn't any exception. Grams never actually forgave Lady Lana, even though it's been a couple months since Lady Lana announced that she was getting married to Warren Acosta. I don't even like to remember that night, much less talk about it. Let's just say that there was a lot of yelling.

As the soft music began, and the flower girl sprinkled flowers on the aisle, and the bride and groom walked down the aisle, I felt the tears start to well up. I had done nothing to deserve this. Lady Lana got to live in Hollywood, follow her dream, get famous, and what do I get?

Living illegally in the Senior High rise, an archenemy, and a broken heart.

Ouch, Lady Lana really screwed my life up.

I guess time had flown by, because just as I blinked out of my daydreams of torturing Lady Lana (in not so nice ways) the bride threw the bouquet.

Okay, so, I was closest to it. And what was I supposed to do, just leave it there? Let it be torn apart by bridesmaids? It looked expensive, and before the bridesmaids could rush over, I picked it up. Marissa, in the back of the crowd, for once wasn't grinning.

Because she couldn't really tease me about Casey, now could she?

I was trying to look away from the whole right side of the seats(because that was where Casey was sitting, and Casey was rapidly coming to the conclusion that my husband was going to be someone else), but I was having problems with doing that because Heather happened to be sitting in the left side, grinning like it was her birthday. I wanted to go over there and slap the smile off her ugly face. Really bad. So just as I was inching to the left, the music started up. Holly and Dot weren't in town for the wedding, so Marissa, Casey, and I stood in the back of the huge, staring up at the impressive chandeliers, glaring at the happy couple, and talking in quiet voices, pointing people out that were bad dancers. But we never laughed when someone tripped, or never grinned when Grams glared at Lady Lana.

I tried not to count how many times Grams did that, but it was too tempting (it was approximately forty-four times, in case you wanted to know).

So Casey, Marisa, and I were leaning against the wall and discussing a group who were very, very, very bad dancers, when there was a shriek from the middle of the room. We all leaned forward to see what was going on.

"Warren! You spilled that on my dress!"

"It wasn't that much!"

Just then, Warren tripped over nothing and spilled his whole glass of red wine of her dress.

"WARREN ACOSTA, DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE?"

"Honestly Lana, it's only a dress."

"THE BEST AND MOST EXPENSIVE DRESS EVER!"

(The expensive part isn't a lie. Ask Grams. She had to buy it.)

"Lana, please!"

Lady Lana maybe would have been okay if Warren hadn't again slipped on nothing, and will the heel of his shoe, tore a hole in her dress. To this day I still don't know exactly how he did that, all I know is that Lady Lana was NOT happy at all.

Everyone was silent at first. Shock rippled through the air as Lady Lana's face morphed into extreme and selfish anger.

"CALL OFF THE WEDDING."

And I thought it was silent before.

This was a whole new kind of silent.

Disbelief and tension filled the air. Nobody even breathed. If I hadn't known for a scientific fact that the world can't stop spinning, I would have sworn that it did. A bulldozer could have knocked down the walls and nobody would move. It was like time had frozen, but before I could even start to smile because her words had actually registered, the talking began.

"I'm sorry. I thought that she just called off the wedding."

"That's odd! I heard the same thing!"

"She's crazy! Do you know how hard it was to fit this into my schedule?"

In the midst of the chaos, I saw Grams leading Lady Lana somewhere that they could talk in private. Marissa, Casey, and I looked at each other and then followed them to the room.

It wasn't hard to hear them. Grams was steaming. I swore that smoke was coming out of the doorframe.

"Lana, did you really just do that?"

"He was a jerk!"

"Do you know how much time and money that costed? Do you know what your daughter went through?"

"I don't care about my daughter!"

Casey and Marissa shot me a look that said, Ouch! but I just shrugged, because somewhere along the way I had figured that out on my own. And somewhere along the way I had stopped caring too. Maybe after she completely forgot about her existence.

"LANA KEYES WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?"

"Are you deaf? I. Don't. Care."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?"

Lady Lana lost her patience.

"I MEAN I DON'T CARE IF MY DAUGHTER IS HURT."

At the moment Grams started heading for the door. We scattered, and watched as she stomped out of the room. And before she left she said the words that I had wanted to say for soooo long.

"JUST SO YOU KNOW, YOU ARE NOT WELCOME AT THE SENIOR HIGHRISE ANYMORE. IF THAT'S HOW YOU FEEL, YOU DON'T HAVE TO COME VISIT US IF YOU DON'T CARE."

That shocked Lady Lana. She just sat there, and when she came out, she saw me.

"Samantha dear, let's go. You can live with your mother in Hollywood."

I looked at her, disgust filling my voice.

"You are not my mother. My mother would not do this. So get away from me."

And with that, I walked away from my mother and into Casey's arms.

Blech. Oh, just so you know, you know that button? The one that says review? It would be nice if you clicked that.