Thanks to everyone who faved, followed, and/or reviewed.

I'm really thankful that this story started off so well, it was only 3 days ago that i even got the idea for this.
Also, does anyone think I should go back and re-do chapter 1? Because, I think I should, but I'm not completely sure.

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I hate electronics...I hate having to answer 16 questions about how a network is different from computer to computer. Do I really need to know why cashiers at supermarkets use client/server networks?

Unless I'm going to hack the system, NO.

"Ms. Zanella, I suggest you continue your work. You do know it is due by the end of the period."

I turn to look over my shoulder at the Intermediate Computer teacher, Ms. Cabral. I nod once, acknowledging her advice before continuing the worksheet.

Even though I tried to focus, my thoughts still ran back to this morning.

After the principle had made the announcement earlier, it had been chaos. Girls crying, students swearing, and a small percentage was cheering.

Of course, my friends were celebrating, so excited that we no longer had to go to this stupid high school. I was cheering too, until I noticed that Rylee looked panicked, and was having a hard time breathing.

I had walked over to her and asked why she wasn't celebrating, that it was unlike her.

She merely answered, "We don't have a Twilight High in Sacramento, do we?"

It was then that I realized why Rylee was so panicked.

Twilight High was in Traverse, a town 60 miles from where we lived right now.

At the time, I was all, 'Big deal, we could just go to another high school close by our place.'

...

...(AFTER SCHOOL)...

...

"WHAT?!"

Rylee flinched, almost tossing her pencil in the air, while I only winced.

"Your school's moving campuses 60 MILES FROM HERE?!" Tifa grit her teeth, and her hands tightened on the steering wheel. "AND THEY EXPECT ME TO NOT GIVE A SHIT?!"

Rylee turned her head down to focus back on her sketchbook, while I tried to calm our violent cousin down.

"It's not that bad," I tried to console as I clapped my hands together, a universal sign for begging. "Just promise we don't have to move and then attend a totally different school."

Tifa glanced at me from the corner of her eyes, and then flickered back at the road, obviously frustrated.

"I'm not sure I can keep that promise, but I also can't promise we'll stay. It depends if we can still enroll you in the district here. If we can't, they said all students will automatically be enrolled into Twilight Town High School." Tifa sighs, then turns to face the two of us in the back seat, but not before making sure the light's red.

Rylee looked up from her sketching, and it was plain to see her eyes were brimmed with tears. She cleared her throat, and managed to say a few words before she burst.

"I don't wanna move, Tifa. I have my entire life here. I have all my friends here."

I leaned over and embraced my younger cousin in my arms, rubbing her back in comforting circles, and not hesitating to let her cry onto my shoulder.

Looking at Tifa, I noticed her glancing back at us through the rearview mirror, and her face said it all.

I make sure to give her a reassuring smile, and then go back to comforting my sobbing cousin.

"I-it's just n-not fair!" Rylee whined as she clutched the fabric of the seat, promising nail imprints later. "I-I try so hard and school just h-has to be a complete bitch about it!'

Calm soothing words are muttered, and I managed to get Rylee to stop sobbing by the time we got back to the apartment. We get out of the car and I'm forced by Tifa to carry Rylee up the staircase.

By the time we're in the apartment and I've laid Rylee on her bed, I'm sweating and panting like I just ran half a mile. I flop down next to Rylee, and she curls up beside me, clutching my arm as she begins to take deeper breaths.

By the time her breathing had evened out, she fell asleep.

Aw, crap, now how am I supposed to cope if she's clinging to me?! I thought as I tried to slide my arm out of her grasp, and failed because Rylee's grip was iron.

I'm struggling now; yanking on my arm in futile efforts, and resulting in me just getting tired. I flop down, giving up for now, to regain my strength.

"Need help?"

I look up to see Tifa in the doorway, smiling softly. A smile of pity.

Glaring, I try to ignore her offer as I try once again to free myself, and fail miserably.

Tifa laughs, and then steps forward to help. "You seriously underestimate a Lockhart's strength, Lexy." Tifa sits down on the bed, careful not to awaken Rylee, and then pokes her side.

Rylee, being the deepest sleeper in the world, just twitches.

Tifa pokes her again, this time her ribcage.

Rylee mutters under her breath, turns over...

And releases my arm.

I quietly cheer, and thank Tifa with an awkward hug. I try to get up and leave the room, but now another hand has grabbed my arm.

Tifa's.

I turn back and she forces me to sit down, her eyes looking a bit blander than earlier. Then she embraces me. She held me close, and stroked my hair, the same way my mother used to before dad started cheating on her. Or before she cheated on him.

I'm not sure; they never did tell the truth to me.

I wrap my arms around Tifa, accepting the hug.

"Hey..." Tifa murmurs softly into my hair as she started to rub circles on my back, in the same fashion I had with Rylee earlier.

"Yeah?" I ask as I slowly begin to slouch in her arms.

I hear Tifa sigh before she continues. "If we can't stay, you know I'll have to count on you to help Rylee, right?"

"Rylee..." I tilt my head away from the hug, glancing at my sleeping cousin. By now her cheeks were a bright red from crying, and her lips looked purple. "She'd be devastated..."

Silence overcomes the comforting hug, and the moment is ruined when I pull back to look at my older cousin.

"Tifa... If...if we really have to move," my hands retreat from the hug, and start fiddling with my hair. "Where would you get a job? Where would we move?"

Tifa smiled softly again, and just shrugged. "We'll figure it out."

I sigh, and then hug Tifa again, but not for as long, for I let go only a couple seconds later. Walking over to my backpack and slinging it over my shoulder, I turn to face my cousin one more time before walking out the door.

"I know you said I shouldn't, but I have to go clear my head." I pat my pocket to make sure I have my phone tucked in. "I need to tell the club we won't be here another year."

At first, I thought Tifa was going to yell at me by the way her face contorted into rage, but after she took a deep breath, she nodded.

"Just make sure your phone is charged and that you'll be home by 6. Ashley is getting off early to discuss the moving plans."

I smile back her, and then leave the bedroom. I walk through the living room, and take in every detail.

I don't want to move.

I no longer want Cosumnes Oaks to close.

I don't want Rylee to be alone.

I don't want to be alone.

I tear my eyes away from the furniture, and open the back door outside. After closing the door behind me silently, so as to not disturb Rylee's sleep.

I walk to the railing on the small, cage-like balcony that was located on the back of most apartments, and climbed onto it.

I sat there, thinking of the 3 years I just spent living with my cousins. I still remember how I first was introduced to Rylee. I remember how I at first picked on her for being so smart and shy at school. I remember when I saw through the quiet, shy, and smart girl.

I remember when she saw through me.

I shake my head, trying to stop from acting so sappy. Why is this now plaguing my head? I used to think these kind of sentimental, personal moments were stupid in movies, but now I think I know why they're there.

Before I can continue on this deep thought, my pocket vibrates, signaling that I got a text. I slid my phone out and opened the new text.

From: Kyle

To: Lexy

Hey, u comin to the meeting 2day?

Oh yeah, the meeting's today. I guess I'll tell them during announcements.

After putting my phone safely in my backpack, I lean back, my hands on the rail, and jump.