I got upstairs, I was in a bigger hurry than I thought I would be. I got upstairs in a record time. I took the letter out and opened it up. It was in her cute girly writing. "Dear Tony," I could almost here her soft, quiet voice. "I'm writing this letter, as a final farewell." I gasped, this couldn't be true... "My family, My mom, Dad, Brother and I, we're moving to New York. It's what's best for all of us... You with your father and everything... We could never be friends now. It would just be too messed up. I just wanted you to know, when we met in that hallway... I really thought we could have something. You had the most adorable smile, and the cutest brown eyes... I instantly fell in love with you. I just thought you should know, you're not the only one who watches the stars at night" How did she know about that? I wondered. "I couldn't tell you to your face, I hope you don,t hate me for this. Love always; Caryn Adderson."
I was shocked. I wonder if she's gone already? I thought. Maybe,maybe... I don't even know what I was thinking. I thought that maybe in some twisted way maybe if I could reach her... Then maybe she wouldn't leave. I had this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach like I'd never felt before. Is this what it's like? I thought, is this what it's like in love? I thought maybe, maybe I really did love Caryn. How though? How could a soc fall in love with a greaser... That was something I've yet to find out. I didn't really know anything back then, except that I had to get out. Get my family out, for when my dad got home. And find her. I had to find Caryn and tell her how I felt. I just had to.
I wasn't sure how I would do it but I would. I was determined to. I went to my mother, maybe she could help. She was at work, damn. I would work this out somehow. I had to... I had to. I went to sleep about twenty minutes later, while doing my history homework. When I woke up the next morning, it was almost like nothing ever happened. I tried to imagine that everythin was still alright. Dad was still here, and not a drunk. Lyndsey was still little, and I still had my old dog, Rocky. But it still didn't work, I remembered what had happened in the past week or two. and it didn't make me feel to hot. I don't know, I didn't really feel like I could talk about things with my mom or Lyndsey, they just don't dig like I do. They're different, they don't watch the Stars, they're different.
I went to my sisters room,and told her what I wanted to do. She thought it was a good idea, then again she thought everything I said was a good idea. She admired me, I was her "Big Brodder" she would do anything I said. I told Mom about it, and she thought it was a good idea too. So we did it. We moved to New York and started a new life,started over new.