It had started with a simple fight

"Mom! Everyone gets an F once in a while!" I yelled.

She glared, hands planted firmly on her hips, "No! I will have none of this! I am not everybody!"

This was Pleasantville, where everything was supposed to be, pleasant, but it was far from that.

Okay, so I lied, no one here gets bad grades.

NO ONE!

The teacher was so shocked, she almost shi- "Bella are you listening?" "Yes! Yes I am!"

Okay, Okay, lets rewind, go back to before that.

"Mom!" no answer. "MOOOOOOOOM!" no answer.

I stomped up the stairs, growling under my breath about mom being deaf.

I reach the top and slammed over the door. "I cannot believe I had to find-" I stopped mid-sentence.

Mom was on the floor, curled up in a ball, sobbing her eyes out.

"Mom?" I asked softly.

She looked up; her eyes were red and puffy, mascara running down her cheeks.

"That bastard!" she screeched and stood up, only to shatter the vase, and throw a chair.

I ducked and the chair hit the wall where my head had been two seconds ago, the wood splintered and I gulped.

Oh great, I knew what was coming next.

"Ohh oh ohhhhh," she moaned.

"Why? Why does this always happen to me?" "Shh shhh," I said, trying to calm her down.

"They always leave me, WHATS WRONG WITH ME?" she screamed.

"Nothings wrong," I said in a soothing voice.

"Should I go get the chocolate?" I asked.

She nodded and sniffled.

I sighed.

I knew exactly what was going to happen by heart.

First mom would eat lots and lots of chocolate, and I mean like a horse, or a pregnant woman.

Then she would work out like crazy, which meant she worked out her fingers using the remote, and I'm talking about watching TV 24/7 and sobbing over love stories and chick flicks, a soothing medicine that cured over a thousand heart broken women out there, also a family recipe.

The Swan women have had a history of dating asswh- "Bella!" yelled mom.

Oh yeah, blanket.

Forgot.

I ran and grabbed a blanket and got her set up in front of the TV.

Then I went to my room to stare out my window and think.

I called up Grace, my best friend, or at least as close of a friend as you can get when you move a lot like me.

"Hello?" "Hi Grace," "Oh hey, guess what-" I cut her off and said in a rush.

"Listen, I'm moving." Silence at the other end of the line.

"Hello?" "This better be a joke," said Grace.

"No, I'm not joking, do you really think I would joke about this kind of thing?" I asked.

More silence.

Then shouting.

After some sobbing.

"How could you do this to me?" "I don't have any other friends!" "I'm destined to me a loser forever!" "No no," I said, trying to sooth her.

"You'll make other friends quickly-" The dial tone.

She hung up on me.

I saw that coming.

I guess I would just let her cool off and read a little.

I yawned and looked at the clock, 2:30 a.m. I had school tomorrow too, but I wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight with Mom sobbing loudly in the next room.

Guess I'm gonna pull an all-nighter.

It didn't matter anyway since we were moving soon.

I stood up and stretched and decided to get dressed.

I shoveled cereal in my mouth with one hand and held a book in the other, scanning the lines I managed to spill milk on the front of my shirt.

"Ah man," I groaned and wiped it off, there was still a stain.

I stood up to go change.

What the heck? It doesn't matter! Then sat back down.

"Mom! I'm taking your car!" I yelled over my shoulder. She wouldn't care anyway since she was busy upstairs feeling sorry for herself.

It was a shiny cute little pale yellow bug. I angled into the car and started the engine, before I knew it I had arrived to my school.