beep. beep. beep.
'Stupid alarm clock,' you thought to yourself. It was monday. First day of the week. You hated mondays. You had to get up early and go to school. The 2 things you hated most. You slammed down your hand onto the alarm to stop the beeping. You sat up and just sat there for a few minutes, thinking. You weren't really thinking about anything, it just kind of helped you wake up cause you were keeping your eyes open. Finally, you got up and out of bed. You walked over to your desk chair, and picked up the outfit you had laid out there the night before. A grey long sleeved shirt, with a black skirt and black tights. You quickly undressed out of your pj's, then got dressed into your clothes for the day. You put your hair in a pony tail, that was messy, but you didn't care. After, you walked over to your dresser and put on a little bit of makeup. You didnt need much. You had that sort of natural beauty. You walked out your door, and downstairs. You needed to leave soon. You always woke up an hour before school started. It was now 7:32 and school started at 8:00, on the dot. It took you atleast half an hour to walk to school everyday, so you decided to have a toaster strudel. You went over to the cabinet and grabbed the box. You pulled one out and started to eat it. Then your mum walked in. "Hey, hunny. How was your sleep?" "Meh. Alright." "Well, hurry home after school. Your father and I need to talk to you," your mother said.
'I wonder what it's gunna be about this time' you thought.
Everytime your parents said they "needed to talk have a talk with you" it was usually bad. "K," you said, simply. "Well, i gotta jet, but i'll see you when i get home. Bye." and you walked out. On your way to school, all you could think about was what they needed to talk to you, so badly, about. Hopefully, it was just something stupid, like your dad got a new job and you'd be getting a bigger allowance. Something like that... You were so deep into thought, that you never realized one of your best friends come up beside you. "Yeah..." you said to yourself, out-loud. "Jess, who're you talking to?" Natalie asked, a little nervously. "Huh? Wha..? Oh. Sorry, Nat. Just talking to myself, i guess.." you replied. "Okay.. anyways, how was your weekend?" she asked. "Fine, i guess. And yours? How was your sisters birthday? Did you tell her i wish her a happy 18th?" You were trying to get your mind off of your parents, by distracting yourself, talking. "It was good. And yeah, her birthday was great! Yes, i told her. She says thanks," Nat replied, trying to remember all of your questions. You guys had reached the school, but you were a little late. "That's good, and.. no problem," was all you could think of to reply to the thanks you had gotten. You guys walked inside. Well, i need to go to my locker then to first period. I'll talk to you later, nat." "K. later," she said, while walking away. You guys had lockers on different floors. FF TO HOME- "Okay, so what is it you needed to talk to me about?" you asked, nervously. You didn't know what to expect. They usually hit you with something really big.. and that made you all the more interested.
"Well, Jessi," your dad started off "I got a new job, thats paying me twice of what im getting now!" he said, happily. "Thats great dad!" you said, happy for your dad. "The only thing.." your mum added "is it's in Canada. Toronto to be exact. We're moving, honey." Way to break to me smoothly, you thought. Hold on, TORONTO? Wait, why are you talking to yourself about this? "Hold on, TORONTO?" you said, your voice getting gradually louder. "We're sorry honey. Please understand that this is for your father. It's gunna help us, too." "Ugh, whatever," you said, and stormed off to your room. You weren't entirely mad, but you were sad. You'd be leaving everything that you had. Your life was here. All in a few days. You needed to call Nat. NOW.