"Mikey!" Trevor retorted as I stalked him. I couldn't help but chuckle. Eventually, Trevor headbutted Michael, and the word 'Wasted' was plastered across my screen.
"Aww, he killed mee-"

"Katherine!" My mother called out. I paused the game.

"Yes, mother?" I answered, annoyed.

"Come into the kitchen please, your father and I would like to speak to you."

"I gulped. I hoped I hadn't cursed too loud, but that's most likely why I'm in trouble. I begrudgingly got off my spot on the bed, and went into the kitchen. Inside, I saw my parents sitting at the dining table, with serious looks on their faces.

"What did you guys want to talk about?" I asked. I clasped my hands behind my back, looking as presentable as I could, wearing an oversized sweater that covered my pyjama shorts.

"Honey, I don't if there's an easy way to say this, but.."

"But?"

"We're moving to Bullworth."

"We're moving to Bu-what?"

"Bullworth." My mother repeated.

I had no idea where or what that was. My nerves had calmed down a bit. I walked over to the fridge, and opened it, looking for orange juice. As I browsed, I said, "Doesn't sound far. Where is it at?"

"New England."

"...And where is New England?" I looked to my parents once again, leaning back, and holding onto the handle of the fridge.

"Near Massachusetts." I choked on the saliva that was going down my throat, and tried not to fall backwards. My mom quickly rose out of her seat, and began to pat my back. After I finished my fit of coughing, I looked back at them with wide eyes.

"We're going to New England!? Why did no one tell me!? Have you guys told other people!?"

"...Yes?" My dad pondered.

"Don't tell me you told Nathan." My dad looked down, scratching his head,while my mom continued.

"We might've. And all of your close relatives."

"Why!? Nathan doesn't even live here anymore! He's at UC San Diego! Why am I always last to know!?" I pouted. How could they tell my brother, who's going to spend 4+ years at school to master every skill he desires, and my lame cousins.

""We didn't want to worry you."

"Well that's typical." I crossed my arms.

"Well missy, you should start packing your bags soon, because we're leaving in two weeks." My dad grunted.

"Two weeks?! What about my friends, school, family, everything? Are the pets coming along too? What about my AP assignment?" I could feel sadness and dread at the thought of leaving my hometown.

"Within these two weeks, you are to prepare your belongings, and you may say goodbye to friends and family. Of course, we are taking them as well. We already spoke to the school about that. I've returned your assignment. I suggest you start one or the other, as of right now."

I looked at my mom, helpless. I would argue why they hadn't told me earlier, but it's no use. What's done is done. I sighed, defeated. My mom got up, and put her hand on my shoulder. I looked up at her.

"You should start packing sweetie. I've packed most of your clothing already, just go and pack your other things. Two weeks can fly by pretty quickly." She looked at me with loving eyes.

"Okay..." I walked back to the open fridge, and grabbed a juice box.

"Could I at least know why?" I opened the straw obnoxiously, and inserted it into the box.

"Dad has an amazing once in a lifetime opportunity over there. We've seen that he can work at Spencer Industries, and on the other part of the town, there should be a school not too far from it. Don't worry honey, it's going to be fine. It'll be a fresh start like you always wanted, and you can make new friends. Plus, we've found a lovely home that I think you'll love."

"All right."

I sipped at my juice, walking back to my room. I went to my closet, and found an old dark pink suitcase, and wondered what I'd put in there. I decided to call my best friend to make plans of our last weekends together while I put away my belongings. Little did I know, the words of my mother came true as the two weeks were now memories to my friends and me.

•••

"We're here!" I heard my father's voice exclaimed excitedly. My dog, a fluffy little Yorkie named Bella, barked in response to Dad. I groaned, and rubbed my eyes. I looked out my window, and saw a beautiful two story house. I noticed it had fence around the roof, which I thought was a little strange. Nevertheless, I too began to feel impatient to enter. I opened my door, and jumped out.

"Perfect price for the perfect home."

"Dad, I think there's a piece of cement from the wall broken over there."

"...I'll fix it soon." I rolled my eyes. That soon meant now, or never. I knew it to be the latter. I walked around the fence, and went up to the gate. My dad soon opened it with a key. I walked up the tiny steps, and noticed a pile of broken blue and red... Clay?

"Dad, what's this?" I questioned, picking up a single piece. He finally looked over after he opened the front door.

"I think that might've been a gnome or something. Why don't you go and check out the backyard?"

"All right!" I was happy to see how big it was. I jogged to the back, and was disappointed to see that we had no privacy, since you could clearly see through the fence. I looked up, and noticed that there was a balcony in the back too. If that was a bedroom, I really wanted that one.

"I looked around once more, and went inside my new home through the back door.