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"What do you mean, we're moving?" I asked, standing up from the couch.

"Roxanne, your father got a promotion! This is good," Mom said, also standing, trying to calm me down. "Sweetie, you're always saying how you want to go to New York."

"Yea, visit New York City!" I shouted. "Not live in Manhattan!"

"Darling, I know this is a bit sudden, but we've put it off long enough," Dad said, still sitting calmly in his chair.

"What do you mean, you've 'put it off long enough'?" I asked. "How long have you known?"

Mom and Dad shared a look. "Sweetie, we've known for a few months. We've been waiting to tell you, because we weren't sure if we were really going or not." My mom had fake sorrow in her eyes, and Dad wasn't even paying attention anymore. He was back to tapping on his phone, doing who knows what.

"When are we moving?" I asked, afraid of the answer.

"I'm leaving this weekend, to make sure the new apartment is in order," Dad said. "You two ladies will follow, in about a week."

"What do you mean, week?" I screeched. "You're giving me a week to say goodbye to all my friends, and pack?!"

"See, we knew you would react like this," Dad said. "We'll talk more in the morning. It's late, you should go to bed."

I screamed in frustration, but went to my room anyway. Kelsi would not believe this one.

}-

"You're what?" Kelsi screeched.

It was the next day at school, and I had just told her about the sudden move. "Kels, calm down," I said, putting my hand over her mouth. "I have a week to take care of this. Don't worry. I'll just lie in front of the car or something." I smiled at her, waiting for her to laugh.

"Roxy, this is not a joke! And you did not just take that from Are we Done yet." Kelsi glared at me, clearly not happy. "We've been best friends since kindergarten. You can't leave me alone in freshman year, Roxy Anne."

I sighed when she used my nickname. It was the one that she had given me when we were kids. "Kelsi, it'll be fine," I told her. "If I move, we'll still be best friends. We'll just be halfway around the country from each other."

Kelsi hit my arm, hard, and she glared. "Roxanne, stop it. Why can't you take this seriously?"

"Kelsi, I hate my parents just as much as you do," I said softly. "And I'm going to do everything I can to stop them from moving."

My best friend sighed, looking down at me through her hair. Kelsi was taller than me, but who wasn't? I was the shortest person in my year, and it really didn't help that my best friend was the tallest. She was also blonde, and had bright blue eyes. She was very sweet, but loved drama and gossip. In a way, we are opposites, but we're sisters at heart.

She liked to keep things calm, and natural, where as I did everything in my power to get my parents mad. A month ago, I had went behind their backs, and got my hair dyed. It used to be brown, but now it was grey. It shined silver in dark lightings, and had only got me a raised eyebrow. It didn't look as terrible as I first feared, and my brown eyes looked darker than they actually were.

"Roxy, we were going to audition for the school musical this year!" Kelsi exclaimed.

"Kels, we auditioned for it last year, and we were put on the chorus," I reminded her. "Do you honestly think that we could do any better than that?"

The blonde gave me a blank look. "Roxy, you were a Van Trap child. I was in the chorus," she said, talking about The Sound of Music that our school put on last year.

"Well... I'll turn eighteen in senior year. Maybe I could move in with you, or we could get that apartment we're always talking about," I smiled at her, and she tried to keep a stern look, but failed, and ended up laughing.

"You mean an apartment that we won't be able to afford?" she said, rolling her eyes. "I'm sure it'll happen."

"You never know." I winked at her, and closed my locker as the bell rang for classes. "The future can be a mystery."

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When I got home, Mom handed me a box, and sent me to my room. Not having an excuse, I huffed, and took the box, stalking off, down the hall. I threw the box on the ground, and stared at it.

I didn't know where to begin.

We weren't moving for another week-or, if I could help it, never. So I couldn't pack too much of my clothes. Or jewelry. Or makeup, or hair products, or other bathroom necessities. I opened the box to find a roll of bubble wrap. I resisted the urge to pop all of the little bubbles, and started to wrap up all of my breakable items. I was extremely careful with my little glass cubes with laser engravings on them.

I had been collecting them for a while now. My first one had been given to me by my grandmother, when I was in sixth grade. It had the image of a little baby turtle, which I had been obsessed with at the time. My grandmother had also given me a ring when she gave me the cube. It looked like a little golden was wrapped around my ring finger. It was my most prized possession, and I never went anywhere without it. It was the only thing left of my grandmother, and I was determined to keep it safe.

It took a while, but in a few hours, I had all my pictures down, all my glass cubes wrapped up, and every other breakable item put away, stowed in a box. My room felt empty, and I didn't like it. All that was left on my walls were my framed posters for plays and musicals that I had seen in theaters, but it just wasn't the same. It didn't feel like my room.

By some miracle, I didn't have homework, so I went on my laptop, and logged onto Tumblr. I reblogged a few quotes and a recording of some girl doing a cover from Wicked, but I grew bored easily. With the internet no longer keeping me occupied, I shut my laptop and sighed.

Tomorrow was Friday, and Dad would be leaving to make sure the new apartment was ready for our arrival next week. If we were going to move, I wish it could have been over the summer. At least then, I wouldn't have to go to a new school right away, and be a total loser. But school had just started up a month ago, which meant that everyone had their cliques, and I would be the oddball of the entire school. I wouldn't make any friends - I was never good at that. The only reason I had started talking to Kelsi back in grade school was because she started the conversation. I don't know what I'm supposed to do now.

With a growl of frustration, I put my iPod on its dock, putting it on shuffle. The only songs I had were from musicals and Disney movies. The first song that came on was 'Defying Gravity', from Wicked, and I laid in my bed, closing my eyes. I might have been joking with Kelsi about how moving wasn't a big deal, but it was. I couldn't do this. I wouldn't last a day in New York, even if it is just Manhattan.

I can't. I won't.

But you can, a voice in my mind said. And you will.

I slammed my pillow onto my head, wanting the strange voice to go away.

You'll be fine, it said. A new start, a time to reinvent yourself.

"Shut up," I growled, my words muffled by the pillow.