This is unbelievable. This isn't happening.

"Mom, you can't do this to me!"

"Taryn," I smirked. I love my name. It's not common or old like Chelsea or Sarah. It was unique even in the city of Celina. "I love you but your father wants you to live with him."

"NO! I want to stay here with you and Lili and Kayla and Josh." I whimpered and sat in the nearest chair. Mom sat across the table from me and reached for my hand. It was soft and warm, the type of hand you never want to let go. I half-smiled at Mom and Mom replied to it.

"Taryn, your father and I talked about this and we agreed that you should go live in Alberta with your father. Josh and I will visit you every three months, right Josh?" Just than, Josh waltzed in. He stood at 6'7ft and he was lean, no matter how much he ate, which he did alot. He was the typical little bro except he wasn't little. He yanked open the fridge door and glanced around it at Mom and I.

"Uh, sure. Why not? I used to love it up there." Josh and I used to travel up to Alberta to visit Dad for two weeks during the summer. As we grew older, the novelty of seeing Dad grew old and our visits were shorter and shorter until, two years ago, our visits were non-existent. I felt bad but my social life with my friends got bigger and I couldn't fit him in. His farm was perfect for hide-and-go-seek and other games. At least I get to see him now.

"Why can't Josh come with me?" I asked, glaring at him as he brought out all the ingredients for a peanut-butter sandwich. He pushed the fridge door shut with his butt and continued to the counter for the bread.

"We agreed that we each take one of you. Your father chose you. He muttered something about needing a cook." I sighed and rolled my eyes. Figures! Dad wasn't the best cook out there, that's for sure.

"Pff. Has Dad seen Tara cook? She's not exactly the best." Josh commented and I glared at him. He cut his sandwich in half, slapped it on a plate and backed out of the room, prepared to watch the Super Bowl. I smiled. Josh was a huge football fan. In fact, he was the running back for the Celina High Bulldogs.

"So this is what you want, Mom? Do you want me to leave?" I asked, tears welling up in my eyes.

"No, but what can I do? I'll miss you but I promise to come see you even if Josh can't. Maybe, I'll bring Lili or Kayla one time."

"Thanks, Mom. We also have e-mail and Live camera chat. Just don't tell me everything though or we won't have anything to talk about when you come." I smiled and we both got to our feet and hugged one another. "So when do I leave?"

"Um, tomorrow?" Mom shrunk. I was about to talk when Josh cut me off.

"YES!" Josh yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Thanks alot, Josh!" I yelled back and Mom and I walked into the living room to see him in his favorite jersey, his school jersey. I shook my head and sat beside him, reaching for the Pepsi on the table. Josh flicked my hand away and scowled.

"Why don't you go and pack, Sis?" Josh smirked as he sipped the Pepsi back. I scowled and jumped over the back of the couch. I bounded upstairs and dumped myself on the bedroom floor. Ugh, I don't know what to take. There is so much stuff. I ended using three suitcases. One for clothes, the second one for accessories (jewelry, scarfs, etc.), and the last one for toys and extras like cellphone cords, laptop, and my PS3 that I got for Christmas from Dad. Fat chance if Josh believes that I'm going to leave my PS3 here! I smiled as I zipped up all three suitcases, laid out my clothes for the trip up, and fell into a deep sleep.

Next morning, Mom woke me with a start.

"Taryn, wake up. Time for breakfast and, then, we have to get you to the airport." I groaned lightly at her and she smirked. "Come on, Sleepy-head. Get up!" I smirked and slipped into my deep purple tank-top and blue jeans. I shivered and yawned as I jumped the last three steps and made it to the kitchen.

"I'm up." I said half-heartedly. Josh looked up from the newspaper for a second before bounding up and squeezing my waist.

"I'm gonna miss ya, Sis."

"Do you really mean it?"

"No, but it makes everyone feel better, doesn't it?" Josh smiled down at me and I scowled.

"Thanks." I let go of Josh's skinny waist and bounded over to the table. "Bring on the bacon!" Mom laughed and slid a plate toward me.

After an hour through Customs and a five hour flight with absolutely no entertainment except for an old Seventeen magazine which I swear I read a million times, I finally touched down in a little town called Grande Prairie. I grimaced at the size of the town and even more at the sight of the airport. It was so tiny that there was no way you could lose your luggage. I easily found my three suitcases and sat near the entrance, hoping that Dad had enough sense to come inside. This place was so much smaller than I remember. Maybe, it's cause I was smaller as well. I was about to grab a bag of Doritoes when Dad walked in looking confused. He was a good-looking guy. He was about 7'2ft and had such a hearty laughter that it could make you laugh for no reason.

"Dad! Hi. How are you?" I asked, scareing the crap out of him.

"Hi, pumpkin! I'm fine. How about you?"

"Good. So... shall we get my bags into the truck?" I pointed to my suitcases. Dad looked down and, then, around.

"Did some people leave their bags with you?"

"No, Dad. These are all mine." I exclaimed, smiling widely and innocently as possible. Dad sighed and picked two of the bags up. I took the third and in a matter of seconds, we were ready to hit the road. I jumped into the passanger side hoping that Home was somewhere close. Dad started up the engine and we peeled out of the parking lot. "Dad, is home close?"

"Um, It's an hour away, honey." I sighed and slumped my shoulder.

"Are you joking me?" Dad bit his lip and shook his head. I sighed again and rested my head against the cool window. Unbelieveable. I wonder if the place that I'm going to has a mall. I doubt it. Ugh, my life couldn't suck any harder. At least, I can still watch Storm Hawks and other cartoons. I smiled and faced Dad. "Dad, I'm gonna take a nap, Ok?"

"Sure, sweetheart. Sweet dreams." I nodded and rested my head against the window again before drifting into a smooth light sleep. Fourty-three minutes later, I woke to a bright light in my eye. 'Welcome to Valleyview; the portal to the peace country' greeted me and I groaned.

"This will be interesting."