So my parents have finally called it quits, can't say I'm surprised. Well maybe a small piece of me is anyway. I know they've been unhappy for a long time, but a tiny bit of me has been holding out hope they'd work things out. I guess that was a silly dream. So now, too face them, too act like nothing has changed. When in fact everything in my life will be different from now on.

The house is quiet, they're not yelling at each other. Strange, I thought for sure they'd be more angry with one another now then ever. I guess I was wrong. Though this is my family's first divorce, so I'm no expert. I hope they didn't kill each other last night while I was asleep, that's why there's no talking. I better get down there and see.

"G'morning, Daddy." I great him entering the dining room.

My father piers over the top of his newspaper and smiles. "Good Morning, Sweet Pea."

He actually smiled, I haven't seen him smile in ages. My Dad honestly looks happy. I wonder if maybe there was an invasion on the body snatchers last night. My suspicions worsened when my mom walks out of the kitchen with a towering dish of pancakes. Now I know these aren't my parents.

"There you are Rebecca, I was starting too think you weren't coming down." She forks a stack of fluffy, spongy flapjacks onto my plate with a grin.

As I drizzle some amber syrup on my short stack my mother places a hand on my father's shoulder. "Ted would you like some more coffee dear?"

I blink, a chunking of mouth watering, sticky delight poised at my lips. Something is not right here, not right at all. "What happened to the divorce?" I query

"What divorce, Sweet Pea? We're not getting a divorce. You're mother and I are as happy today, as the day we got married." Dad declares, sipping his coffee.

This is when I wake and realize I've been dreaming the entire time. Sadly. I dress myself and begin down the ramp too down stairs. Shockingly, like in my dream the house is soundless and for a second I think my dream had come true. Figure it out quickly that it hasn't, when I enter the dinning room and find my Dad, at the head of the table angled perfectly see the television in the den.

"Morning, Daddy." I say, pulling up too the table.

He pats my shoulder, "Hi, Sweet Pea." turns back to ESPN.

His soon to be ex wife appears and plops a bowl of super thick oatmeal in front of me and mutters an "Eat your breakfast, Rebecca."

One day I'll get my mom to call my Becky, one day. I daringly stab my spoon into the hot cereal, only to have it stand up in the pasty mixture. "I think I'll eat breakfast at school." As I push away my father look at me again.

"Before you leave Becky, have you started to think about where you'll live yet?" He asks.

I frown. "I have an option?"

"Yes, definitely. Your mother and I decided your old enough to choose where you want to live. You can either stay here with me, or move with your mother back too you grandfather's farm in Wisconsin."

That's a slap in the face. Imagine being fifteen years old, and being asked to pick between your parents. It's an awful. Worst of all until that point I never thought about not having both of then with me everyday. My family is breaking up.

"I guess I'll think about it." I say meekly. "Um, I'm gonna head to the cafeteria for breakfast."

I not really sure how I got out of the house, or across campus, all I know is the next time I looked up Charlie was holding the lunch room door open for me. I force a smile and tell him I'll be by their table to talk after I eat with my other friends. My surrogate brother nods and goes to notify his team.

After my sawdust flavored scrambled eggs I head of to talk with the Ducks. I'm usually pretty soft spoken and calm, but now I'm feeling blunt. "My parents are getting a divorce."

A murmured of 'That's terrible's, 'I'm sorry, Becky's and even a 'What a rip off dude' is arises and I gulp.

I press on as I finally feel water starting to sting my eyes. "And the worst of it is they want my to choose between them. If I pick my mother, I have to move to Wisconsin." It's at this point I completely lose control, bust into tears and flee the dining hall.

"Wow, that's awful. I feel so bad for Coach Orion." Julie states.

Guy nods. "And worse for, Becky."

"I hope she decides to stay here." Adam tells them.

Charlie smirks. "Well Banksie-boy, if anyone can convince her to stay, it's you."

"Huh?"

Everyone giggles and Banks is left confused.

"What the heck are you talking about."

Connie laughs so hard at her teammate's obliviousness that she snorts. "Just use those baby blues, Banks."

By the time breakfast is over, Adam still has no idea what they're talking about.