Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Here is the next chapter just for you guys! Oh and I forgot to put the first chapter in italics, and now I don't know how to go and fix it… so yeah, that's why the beginning of this one if italics and then it isn't. The italics mean the past. Ok yeah, on with the story.

She sniffs, "Spence… im moving." And I drop the phone. My best friend is moving. She's moving. Away from me. What did I do wrong?

"What? Why? What did I do?" The tears were already forming in my eyes. Why was my best friend moving away from me! She can't leave me here by myself! She can't! I start to strum my fingers on the table once more as I bit my lower lip.

"You didn't do anything, Spencer. My parents want to move out to California. I hate them." She sniffs again but she doesn't seem to be crying anymore. But still, California? I heard that is all the way on the other side of the country! My teacher even told me!

"Then don't move!" I stand up and a tear escapes down my cheek, leaving a wet line where it traveled. It stops on my lip and I can feel the salt in it.

"My parents are making me! It's not my fault!" She starts to raise her voice back at me. She sounds mad. But why would she mad at me? And why does she have to leave?

I slowly sit back down back into my chair. My parents have come into the kitchen looking concerned to what was up with my sudden break out was. I loosen my grip on the phone, "When are you leaving?" im really scared to know the answer to this. I don't want to know the answer.

"Tomorrow." She says it like it doesn't even hurt. Does our friendship not even matter to her as much as it does to me? I don't say anything because frankly, I can't. "Spence? Will you promise me something?"

I nod but I know that she can't see it. "Yeah." I utter

"Promise me that no matter how long it is until we see each other again, we'll always stay best friends? Forever?" She sniffs. I guess I was wrong. It does mean a lot to her. And now she's leaving. And I won't be able to see her again before she does.

"I promise, Ashley." And I stop strumming my fingers

7 years later

That's the last time I talked to Ashley. That's the last time I even remember her. That's the last time I cried about her. And that's the only time I will ever cry about her again. Because today, im moving to California and that's what made me think about her for the first time in 7 years. Why haven't I thought about her in 7 years? Because after the first few months after she left, we never even spoke to each other again. I don't even know why really.

So I slip into my black converse before I head out of the front door that I've walked through my whole life and into the car to head to a new life where I can begin fresh. A new and improved Spencer was born the day I heard that I was moving to California. Actually, I was being sent to this stuck-up catholic school. My parents seem to think that I need to go there to "straighten up my act". Whatever.

I grab my backpack and I walk straight past my parents and my older brother, Glen. He's not important so I won't even tell you about him. It's not like I could either. I mean, I never talk to him anymore. He's just an ass who thinks he rules this world. They say bye and as I walk, not even turning around to see them one more time, I stick up my hand and give the famous "Spencer wave". I flipped them the bird.

I got into the cab and immediately turned on my iPod. I am so happy to finally get out of this old run down town filled with so many fucking memories that just make people depressed or pissed off. You choose.

I sigh happily as the cab driver drops me off at the airport. I go in and check my bags. After I get my ticket, I go to my gate. Which I cant find because airports are so fucking confusing now a days it ain't even funny. I mean, for real, how hard is it to put up a sign that says "Gate 48"? I don't know. In my opinion, it isn't hard to do.

When I finally find my gate, I sit down in an empty seat. I choose a different song before I get really bored of just sitting there. I have about a half hour before the plane even starts to board. So I go roaming around the airport, but I stay in my terminal because I so don't want to get lost in this airport.

There isn't a thing to do and all I've bought was water. How lame is this? I go and sit back down at my gate between this really big guy reading "People's Magazine" and this really old lady who smells like cabbage. Really, please gag me now. And who the hell reads "People's Magazine"? That's what the rich snobs who live in California read. As you can tell, im not the biggest fan of California. I'd rather go to New York and do photography there. But, here I am. Stuck at an airport, about to board onto a plane which is heading off to California, and im being forced to go to this rich, stuck-up, catholic school. I mean, my parents must really hate me.

After I finally board, and find my seat, I sit down next to the window. I buckle myself in, but really, what is the point of a seat belt on a plane? If you crash in a plane, you're going to die. No doubt about it.

I strum my fingers on my leg as the captain announces that the plane doors are closed and we're about to take off. I strum my fingers faster as the plane actually picks up speed. I've never rode a plane before so you could only imagine how scared I was to be riding one now. And alone. And with the cabbage lady sitting next to me. Again. She has some nerve to sit next to me when there are tons of open sits still. Bitch. I hope she breaks a hip.

Halfway through the flight I fall asleep though. But im awaken by the flight attendant telling me to turn off my iPod and put my seat in the "up-right position". She sends me, probably one of her best, fakes smiles, as she walks away. I would hate to be a flight attendant. I mean, really, who wants to fly every day, talking and taking orders from strangers who smell like cabbage?

After we land, and we're allowed to use our cell phones, I call my girlfriend, well, soon to be ex-girlfriend. Because a long distinct relationship will never work out. Especially with me. It goes straight to her voice mail. "Hey it's Roxy, leave me a message and I'll call ya back."

Roxy aka Roxanne. We've been going for a 4 and a half months now and she's really sweet. I like her a lot. Even though she is a cheer bitch. All her friends still love her and I could have too, if my stupid parents hadn't shipped me off to Catholic school. Rox couldn't believe that I was moving, but she did take it a whole lot better than me. I mean she didn't get all pissed off and punch a wall. Nope, not my Roxy. She cried though. And so did I after I told her because I really like her. Like… a lot. Like, I can't even admit to myself that I love her. And now she'll never know.

"Hey babe, it's Spencer. I just landed and I miss you a lot already." I Sigh, "I hate leaving you a message because I want to hear your voice so um, call me back. Kay? Byeee." I hang up as I go and stand next to the thing that rotates around with people's luggage on it.

After I get my luggage, I have to catch another cab to take me to that stupid catholic school. I don't even know the name of it. It's probably "God's Way to an Education". How lame would that be? I mean, really. That would probably be the stupidest name a school could ever come up with.

As the cab driver, who I must say, is wearing the most hideous hat ever. I mean, has he ever heard of style? I guess not because of his Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts with ugly flip flops. Men shouldn't be allowed to wear flip flops. It's bad for their health. Especially when it looks like they are wearing socks and they haven't clipped their toe nails in years. Gross huh?

He pulls up to the school and it isn't named that. It's called "St. Kings Catholic High." That's not as bad. But it's still bad. At least now I won't be embarrassed about telling my friends the name of my school.

I pay my driver and I tell her to go get new clothes because she really doesn't have any good ones that im assuming. He just rolls his eyes, which is really rude, because, come on; everyone knows that I am the only one allowed to roll my eyes at people. But whatever, he's new so I won't get mad at him.

I walk into the school and I can't believe that I actually have to share a room with a stranger. Maybe, if im lucky and I put on my innocent look, I can have a room with me, myself, and I. But I doubt it, looking at the way im dressed and the girl that just walked past me.

I start to walk past another group and they're all staring at me, "Take a picture. It lasts longer." Ok I know, that is really old, but that's all I could say. I mean, one of them was really hot. I didn't want to seem too bitchy on our first meeting.

I walk into the office and walk past this lady who looks like she was alive 100 years ago. "Can I help… you?" She eyes my outfit. Oh she is just jealous of my skinny jeans and band t-shirt. I can see it in her eyes.

"Um yeah, im new." Obviously. I mean, anyone with eyes could tell that im new

"Right." She clears her throat and points her finger to the door down the hall a bit of ways.

I walk down to the door and knock, "Mr. Cliensmith." Wow, if I actually have to call him that, im so going to re name him. I wonder if he's my principle. Or should I call him God since he works as the head of a catholic school? I open the door.

"What do you want? It's after school hours—"He raises his eye brows at me. Wow, he has no style either. I mean, cargo pants and a baby blue dress shirt with a red tie that is tighten all the way to his neck. "Who in the lord's name are—"

"Save it Mr. C." I plop down in the vacant chair in front of his desk

I watch as he sits back down in his chair. He pulls out a file and I see my last name written on it. Great, he probably has my permanent record. Isn't this just going to be a fun new year. "Ok Miss Carlin?" He looks over at me to see if that's right. I nod and he sets the folder down back on his desk. Opened, "Um ok. So here is your schedule." He hands me a piece of paper and I look at it as I tune him out.

First period is History. Second is Math. Third is art. Fourth is Bible Study. Fifth is Science. And sixth is Faith. What the hell is faith? I mean, I now the real meaning of it, but what's the class about? Damn what a year this is going to be. "Are you listening?" Nope. But I nod, "Ok, so if you see Mrs. Louis at the front desk," Oh so she does have a name. It's not Ms. Dino? "She will give you your school uniform and—"

"There is no way in hell that im wearing a uniform." He blinks a lot as his eyes go back to their normal size. They bugged out because I said hell. Wow. It's not like I said fuck or shit.

He sighs then, "You will wear a uniform unless you want to go to juvie." He raises his eye brows at me

Ok, so I had a choice. Well my parents had the choice to either send me to juvie, or God's Way to an Education. They picked this. And I really don't want to go to juvie again. I mean, I don't know why they would want me back at juvenile hall again. I was obnoxious a lot and a bully to everyone else there. They sent me back home on house arrest. I was sent there for accidentally breaking an entry. I mean, they should have listened to my side of the story before sending me off there.

"Fine." I groan and then add an eye roll. Ha! Take that!

After I get my uniform, which isn't all that bad actually. The skirt I have to wear is a black, grey, and white plaid. Which is pretty cool. I look good in plaid. The top is a girly white dress shirt with a black tie or a black sweater. I had to take both. Which I will never wear the sweater.

And unfortunately I have to share a room with another girl. I knock on the door before I stick my key in it and open it up. When I do she looks up from the book she was reading, "Who are you?" She looks at my shirt, "Oh my god, I love that band!" Finally someone here who loves and knows who the band Ramones is. I think me and her will get along just good.

"Im new." I sit down on the vacant bed and she closes her book

"What's your name?" She's actually really cute. She has dirty blonde hair and a really cute smile.

"Spencer Carlin." I start to strum my fingers on my bed, "You?"

"Grace Lucas. But you can call me Gracie." She smiles softly at me. She seems really nice.

"Well you can call me dumbass because I already forgot your name." She laughs as she tells me her name again. I take my back pack off and throw it on the ground and I lean against the wall that my bed is by. "So… what's the deal with the people here?" I ask her and she laughs again and joins me on my bed. I said she seemed nice, but I never told her that she could come and sit by me.

"They stare at you when you walked in?" she shifts around on the bed. And if she leaned over a little more, I could see down her tank top.

"Yeah it was like I was a walking disease or something." She laughs and nods

"Yeah it was the same way with me." I am so going to get along just perfectly with this girl.

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