Chapter Four: Another New Home

"Becky, you can't be serious! You can't just leave!" Cris tried to talk some logic into Becky as she packed.

"I can and I will!" She stated, indicating the discussion was over.

Cris didn't take the hint. "Man, what'll dad say?"

"You heard what Scott said, they'll be back for you in a year! Why don't you just pack up and come now?" Said Becky, thinking about Scott.

Scott was the cutest guy she had ever seen he had reddish, brown hair and wore these dorky glasses but he was still hot. He was also way too old!

"Please, your thinking about *him* is making me sick!" Cris told her, pretending to puke.

"Stay out of my head genius!" Becky laughed.

"I'll come," Cris decided. "To keep tabs on you and your hormones."

"My what- huh? What are you talking about?"

"I said I was coming."

"Dude," Becky told him, "We are gonna rock that school."

"They'll never know what hit 'em!" Cris added.