Intro
"We're moving."
Those two words rang through my head as I raced down the road to my best friend, Kayla Hale's house. I pulled into her driveway, ran to her door and rang the doorbell.
"Meghan what's wrong?"
I managed to sputter out, "We're moving," between sobs.
"When? What? Why?"
"We're leaving next. . ."
Hold it. How about I start from the beginning. Let's start with the beginning of my senior year.
Chapter 1
Meg POV
My car stereo was blasting country music as I pulled into Kay's driveway. (yeah I'm a hick. you got a problem with it, we can take it outside.)
"Kay get that butt moving. We need to be at work in 20 minutes!"
Kay came bursting out of her house, shoes in hand.
"I know. I'm running late."
"Like always."
We worked at the local restaurant, Bread of Life. Two waitresses trying to save enough money to get an upgrade on our cars.
I pulled into the parking lot 15 minutes later. I grabbed my electric piano and ran into the employee entrance. Tonight was talent night. Employees and people coming to eat could show off their talent, whether it was singing (like me), dancing, or just doing something wacky.
"Thank God! There you are. I need you to finish setting up the sound system while the rest of us get ready to open."
"Get right on it Mark!"
Mark was the restaurant manager and I was his lackey. I seriously think he has the hots for me because I always catch him staring at my a$$ when I'm leaning over busing tables. I shudder at the thought.
"Everything's up and running. I'll be back in 5. I need to find the extra mic in the back."
"I'll be waiting."
Gosh! Mark gave me the once over and stared at my rack and a$$ as I walked past. When is that going to stop! I know i have a great body but I don't need a 30 year old guy checking me out. I'm only 17!!!!!
I spotted the mic on a storage shelf of boxes we keep for the talent shows. Grabbing it, I ran back to the stage and hooked it up.
Kayla ran up to me. "Do you know who's going to be here tonight?"
I could tell it was someone important by her enthusiasm. "Let me guess. Erik Night."
"Sadly no. He's so hot. Anyway a talent scout is going to be here tonight to hear you sing. Your voice found it's way to his office."
I stood stock still. A talent scout was coming to see me. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. "Excuse me. Are you Meghan Pierce?"
"Yes I am."
I turned to face them and I came face to face with. . .