Chapter 1: Disagreement

A young girl, about the age of 16, was walking home from school. She had an unpleasant look on her face, as if someone had just died.

"Man, I don't understand why we have to move. I like where I am just fine." She said to herself.

She continued walking until she got to an exceptionally large house. The girl looked at the "for sale" sign now planted on her front lawn. It made her sick to the stomach just thinking about it.

She opened the door, threw her book bag onto the ground and began to head up the stairs.

"I'm home..." She mumbled as she began up the stairs.

Her mom heard her and yelled back.

"What took you so long Jordi? I was worried. Do you want something to eat?" "No, I am going upstairs to do my homework." Jordi said plainly.

Her mom looked up at her and then to her book bag lying near the door. Ever since her father and her had announced that they where moving Jordi had been very distant and didn't talk to them anymore. The only time they really saw her and got to talk to her was at supper.

Jordi slammed the door to her room and began to look for her disc man. She found it lying on her bed where she left it last. She popped in her CD, slipped in her headphones and turned up the volume drowning out all outside noise. Jordi closed her eyes and followed the words to 'Not a home' by Three Days Grace.

The song ended and she listened to the brief silence between each song. Jordi's mind wondered to the fact that in a few short weeks she would be moving from all of her friends. She cringed at the thought. Jordi had lived in this neighborhood since she was born and she didn't want to leave now.

Jordi remembered when she had last spoke to her friends. They had gotten into a huge fight and she hadn't spoken to them since. The next song came on and Jordi once again got her mind off of her friends.

Around 5:30pm Jordi could faintly hear her mother calling her down for supper over the music. Jordi reluctantly climbed down the stairs to the dinner table, she still had the disc man with her.

Jordi sat eating her spaghetti quietly listening to her music all the while.

"Jordi, why don't you take those headphones off. It's rude at the dinner table." Jordi's father said.

Jordi just ignored him and kept on eating.

"Jordi, that wasn't a suggestion. Take the headphones off now!" Her father said warningly.

Jordi slipped off the headphones but kept the music on full blast so it could be heard around her neck. Her father was clearly annoyed.

"Damnit Jordi! I know this moving business isn't easy but---" Her father began. "THEN WHY DO WE HAVE TO MOVE!?" Jordi burst out. "We're perfectly fine here! You guys both have great jobs! Why risk going for better ones!" "Jordi! We don't have a choice in the matter. " Her mother added in. "YES YOU DO!" Jordi shouted.

Jordi stood up suddenly knocking over her glass of water.

"You guys are always thinking of yourselves! I hate you!" and with that said Jordi rushed upstairs, tears welling up in her eyes.

(A/N: You like? This is my first fan fiction posted so I hope you enjoyed it. Do you think that the chapter was too short and I should make the other ones longer? Well tell me in your reviews ^_^)