Moving wasn't the greatest thing to do in high school. Wait, scratch that. It's the absolutely worst possible thing in the universe to do, especially in the middle of the school year.

"But MOM!" I pleaded, "Why can't we move somewhere like Manhattan or Miami or Philadelphia or something?" I asked walking behind her as she packed my things up.

"Listen Ky, I wish I could, come but I have to work here and won't be transferred for a couple of months. Your aunt Alexandra will take care of you in the mean time. Haven't you been asking me if we could move for awhile now? You'll start a new school, new town." I looked away hoping that my mother wouldn't see the anger behind the truth, but she read my mind. "Isn't this what you wanted?" She said putting the school brochure in my hand.

If only my dad was here, I thought as I walked, more like stomped, into my bedroom. Jumping onto my fluffy canopy bed, I text my best friend Erica, telling her about me moving for no apparent reason and how my mom was staying behind. I got a text saying how she would drag herself to my new home if she had to, just to be with me. Now that's dedication.

About an hour after my heated discussion with my mom, I felt my stomach growl furiously, begging me to eat some food. "Okay, okay calm down." I whispered to it. "Mom should be sleeping by now." So I slipped quietly past my mother's room, down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"You know, sneaking around the house isn't a good habit to develop." My mom said sipping her tea on the couch, in the far corner of the living room. Crap.

"I wasn't sneaking around mom. You of all people should know that since you started working more, I had to be careful not to wake you from your rare naps." I snapped. All my mother did was nod as if she understood what I was going through. Not a chance.

"Kylie, if you hate me right now, I understand. Not being able to come with you to a new place, new school, new people, it sort of hurts, doesn't it?" I shook my head feeling my blue hair hit my face gently.

"Dad wouldn't do this to me. Why couldn't I live with him? At least I know somebody there." I protested feeling tears rush down my cheeks.

"He's not a good person to be with. I'm doing this for your protection Ky." She said standing up, her face still covered up by the shadows.

"Like you even care about me anymore."

My mother started to walk back to her bedroom, but before she closed the door I heard her whisper, "I do kiddo. More than you would ever know."