BPOV
The green scenery is making me sick. There are less trees in Phoenix than here in Folks. Not to mention the temperature. To add to that, it's raining. Wow, it's truly a raining paradise. Why did I come here again? Sigh. I was listening to 'Just Dance' on my MP3 player when the car jerked to a stop. I looked at Renee as she announced "We're here!" There lies a grand mansion which looks absolutely beautiful.

"OMG! Renee, I love it!"

"I'm glad you love it."

In front of the mansion lies a cherry red porsche that was gorgeous like it was meant for me. "Renee, is that mine?" I asked as i pointed at the porsche. She nodded. I ran over her side to hug her.

"Thank you! Thank you so much! It's gorgeous."

I ran into the mansion and took a look at the bedrooms.

"Mum, which is my bedroom?"

"It's the one with the balcony."

I found and enter the room. It is bigger than my old one but the wallpaper is white, classic and of course, boring!

"Its perfect, Renee. Thanks. Really."

Well, at least the part where I thanked her is sincere. The room so need a make over. Suddenly, I remembered that I had to call Charlie. He has asked/commanded me to call him when I reached Folks. He is such an over-protective Father. Sigh. He finally answered at the third ring.

"Hey, Dad."

"Hey. Have you seen your home yet?"

"Yah. It's extremely beautiful. I love it. How about you?"

"Same old, same old. It doesn't feel the same without you."

"Do you mean the part where you have to cook yourself now?" I joked.

"Yah and the part where the house is much more quiet."

I heard a faint sound downstairs.

"Oh. Sorry Dad. I think Mum's calling me. Got to go."

"Alright. Later then, kiddo."

I hung up the phone. I hate it when he called me kiddo. I am a teenager, not a 8 year-old kid. I hurried down and asked Renee if she had called me. Weird enough, she didn't. It must be my imagination. I ran up the stairs and phoned my boyfriends and yes, I said boyfriends with the 's' behind. You are thinking that I am a slut or a whore right? But no, I am not a slut or a whore. I had lots of boyfriends but I never actually had sex with them. Only physical contact. Alright, I am a slut and a whore. Happy? I phoned John first.

He answered immediately.

"Hey babe. How's it going?"

"I'm fine. I just called you to tell you something."

"Sure, whatever."

I heard someone in the phone and she had a sassy voice. Urgh. . . He's cheating on me. Of course, not that i care or anything. It would be a great excuse to break up with him, since I called to break up with him anyways.

"Hey, did I hear a girl on the phone? Are you cheating on me!"

Hell, yesss!

"No way. I can never cheat on you. You have the best boobs I've seen."

Who did he think I am? 3? Do I even looked like a idiot to him? Why did I go out with him?

"You're lying! I heard a girl. I can't believe you're cheating on me!" I screamed while adding a few sniffs so that he thought I was crying.

"Babe, I won't cheat on you really. I love you."

Like real. He says that to every girl he had sex with.

"Stop lying to me! We're over!" I shouted.

I hung up the phone and got ready for the next call, Tom. I had no idea how to break it to him. He had always been so sensitive. However, heck care. I'm gonna do it anyway.

"Hey, Drake." I said in a flirty manner.

"No, this is Tom."

"Oh." I acted like I was dumb.

"Hey, Tom." I used my normal voice.

"Hey."

I can't believe he didn't asked me who's Drake yet. Boys are supposed to be jealous and asked. Forget it. I am just going straight to the point.

"I am sorry. I dating a new boy now. So we're over. Well, toodles!" I used my sarcastic tone and ended the call with a kiss.

Next, Gerald. Then, Kelvin. After that, Aaron or Damien. . . This is going to take a while. But i have a better idea. It takes longer, but with no calling involved. I just ignored their sms and phone calls. When they don't any reply back for a few days, they will finally get the fact that I had ditched them. Of course, unless they don't get what I mean, then I will call them.