"This is sooo not fair!! How could you do this to us!?!?" I screamed at my mother.

"Stacy, I'm sorry, I can't live with your father anymore. Do you want us to keep fighting the rest of our lives?" she asked.

"Well no but why can't we stay in New York!? I don't want to move away from Matt!!! I don't have any friends in California!! Please let us stay with Dad!!" I yelled.

"No, I can't do that. Frankie is staying with your father, and you and Laura are going with me. AND I think it would be best if you broke up with Matt. You're only 15, and you're not exactly capable of dealing with a long-distance relationship. Especially long-distance across America."

"WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!?!? I am NOT breaking up with Matt, Mom!!!"

"Okay, do whatever you want. I'm just telling you it won't work out."

"I don't care what you say..it will!!"

Laura and I were being forced to move to California with our mother, while Frankie stayed in New York with our father, because he needed to stay with the band. This totally sucked. Maybe my mom was right. Maybe mine and Matt's relationship WOULDN'T work.