My mom hates me. I noticed it a while ago. She's always getting mad at me for no apparent reason and is always ignoring me. Ever since my dad left when I was only a few months old, I feel like my mother has changed a lot. I know, how do I know that if I was a baby? Well, I'm not sure but I can feel that she changed. My mom must have been heartbroken. I mean, who wouldn't be? Your daughter has just been born and your one true love just lives you like that. One second he's there, the other he's gone. My dad doesn't even call anymore, I don't know how he looks like or how he sounds like. I've heard rumors that he's in Europe raising his own family now. But he could be dead for all I know.

The airplane trip was a pain. I had to sit in front of this kid who kept kicking my seat and I would have to tell him to stop every 5 seconds. He was very annoying. Anyway were here in California. The shops are wayyyyyyy bigger here in California, but I'm kind of a tomboy, so I hate shopping. I look around the streets and all you see are girls acting like wanna bees with their arms filled with shopping bags. Ugh. Whatever.

"Look honey, were here!" My mom said

Honey? Since when is my mom now calling me all these stupid nicknames. But I am impressed by the house she picked. It looks really big. Like extremely big.

"Here" My mom says while handing me the keys to the house. "Check it out."

I grab the keys and make my way to the front door. "Ok Ivy, This is going to be your new home for about 2 more years. Suck it up and just go with it." I tell myself before entering my new home. I place the key in the key hole and slowly turn the lock. My hold my breathe while entering. The house was beautiful. It was even bigger inside. The walls were painted light green and the house even had red spiral stairs. It looked awesome. I climb the stairs and go into the second floor. The floors were so shiny, they seemed like gold. I found a room with a double sided window and was huge. But I fell in love with the next bedroom. It had a balcony, a walk in closet, and big windows. It was. . . . me. I loved it.

"I knew you would like it." I turned around, finding my mother smiling at me. Why was she acting like this? Did she feel bad for me because I had to leave everything at New York.

"Well, you were right. I love it." I reply.

"Glad you do. Look honey, I know we haven't. . . gotten along these past few years, but I want you to know that I love you and I would do anything to make you happy."

"Anything?"

My mom smiled as I say that word.

"Including moving back to New York?" I say feeling a little hope.

My mom's smile suddenly fades. "Honey, we've talked about this on the plane. Were staying here and that's final!" My mom says getting a bit angry.

"Why are you trying to ruin my life! I hate you! Ugh!"

And when I finish that sentence I storm off out of the room

Authors Note: Again, i know its really short. But starting with the next chapter, everything will be longer! Promise!