After about 30 minutes my dad blabbing on and on about how our new life is going to be like in Los Angeles and me trying not to rip my hair out, we finally reach the airport. I poke my head out the window to see the many airplanes entering and departing from the DFW Airport. I sigh a saddened sigh as I realize that I'm going to be on one of those airplanes.

Heading to California.

Oh. God. Why did this have to happen to me?

Oh well. I didn't question myself and sat back down in my seat as my dad parked in the airport parking garage. He turned off the car and looked at me with hopeful eyes.

"So, you ready?" He asked.

I sighed a blank sigh and put up a half-smile.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I say with fake enthusiasm as we lug our suitcases out of the trunk and head over to security.

After dropping off our luggage, standing for an unnecessary 20 min. in the security line, which made me even grumpier by the minute, we walk the long trek to find our gate.

After about 20 min. we finally reach our gate at the way end of the airport. I drop my carry on in the closest seat and drop myself into the seat next to it, resting my legs from the mile walk from security to our gate.

My dad, who was farther back from me, plopped down in the seat next to me and heaved out a big sigh.

After a short break to catch our breath, my dad finally broke the ice.

"OK Rachel, be honest with me. How do you REALLY feel about going to California?

I mentally sigh. Great. After lying through my teeth for the last month or so about how happy I am to be going to California, I decide to tell him the truth.

I take a big breath and say, "Honestly, Dad, I'm disappointed in you for taking me to California. I mean, you are married to this woman after spending 16 years with a woman that you had a child with! 16 YEARS, DAD! No one only takes A COUPLE OF DAYS to find a WHOLE 'nother woman after a divorce! AND to top it all off, YOURE TAKING ME WITH YOU! You haven't even given me a chance to meet this woman that I'm going to be calling MOM and you STILL decide that I'm just gonna MOVE IN WITH YOU GUYS! A-And you made me leave one of my BEST FRIENDS that has been by my side since we MOVED HERE! IT'S NOT FAIR! I WAS FINE WITH MOM!" At the end I was nearly screaming with tears streaming down my face to the point that a couple of people were staring.

I look back in my dad's eyes to see, just, guilt and sadness.

He looked down at the floor, not even wanting to look me straight in the eyes, and mumbled, "I… I didn't know you felt that way. I thought you would want to have a new change in your life. You were always saying about how much you wanted to go places and see the world. And I-I thought this would be the best way to do that. I didn't mean to take your life away from you. I thought it's what you wanted. I did what I thought was best for you. That's why I am taking you with me."

I just stared him down with a stone cold face, not even wanting to feel sympathy, but I did anyway.

My stone cold face went soft as I sat back down in my seat quietly and placed my hand on his shoulder.

"Ok, well I may still be mad, but at least we aren't going somewhere like Kansas."

My dad slightly smirked. I know it wasn't the best thing to say but I couldn't think of anything else to say to make him feel better.

After a while, I took my hand off of my dad's shoulder to hear

'Now boarding Flight 1066 to Los Angeles'

I looked to my dad who did the exact same. I turned to see all the people getting up from their seats to board the plane. I then feel a sudden hand grip my shoulder and I turn to see my dad glance at me and say for the last time, "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

I looked to the gate filled with people, then backwards where I could run and go back to my mom to our house and to Graham where we would live for the rest of our lives. It was so tempting.

So I turned back to my dad, grabbed my carry-on bag and whispered, "I'm ready." With a smile on my face, we both head to the gate.

As we board the plane, we squeeze to get to our seats to where we put our carry-on above us and sit on our lower class seats. Mine was by the window, which I could at least see the never ending clouds we are going to pass through.

We buckle our seatbelts and my dad sits back in his seat, closes his eyes, and says in a quiet but confident voice, "It's gonna be great. You'll see." And I could tell he was talking to me.

I just smirk as I put in my headphones and listen to the music fill my ears as I watch through the window our plane soar into the sky, feeling my eyes close slowly, sending me into a dreamless sleep.

After about 4 hours of sleeping in the uncomfortable airplane seat, I feel my dad shaking me to get up as we screech down the runway, lading near our gate.

As we slowly come to a halt, I unbuckle my seatbelt and follow my dad with my carry-on down the airplane runway, through the gate, and into the bustling airport that is LAX.

I say thanks as I grab my carry-on from my dad and I ask, "So what now?"

"We are going to get our luggage where your new mo- I mean Mrs. Turner and her son are going to be."

I nod in understanding as we head over the luggage claim.

After waiting in music filled silence with my dad, I see our bags finally transport to us from the turning luggage ring. (A/N: I'm sorry; I don't know that much about airports XD)

Lugging my suitcase onto the ground, I say to my dad, "So where is Mrs. and Jr. Turner supposed to be?"

He mumbles an 'I don't know' as he looks around and then says,"Ah, I found them! Come on." And he grabs my hand, pulling me over to the awaiting family.

As we get closer, I see who he was pulling to.

I see an older than middle-aged woman with short black hair and pale skin pull my dad into a big hug and kiss.

I mockingly make a gagging noise and I hear a voice next to me say, "I know right. COME ON MOM NOT IN PUBLIC!"

I see the old couple pull away in embarrassment and they start chatting up a storm. I turn to where the voice was coming from to see a tall man, much taller than me, with curly brown hair, black sunglasses, so I couldn't see his eyes, a dark green shirt with a black jacket covering most of it, and….

Heelys?

Well, that's new.

The man sees me looking up at him and gives a genuinely sweet smile. He seems so familiar.

"Hey! Are you his daughter?" He asks in a loud, but happy voice as he points to my dad.

I nod hesitantly, and he pulls me into a big hug.

I'm shocked and don't hug back, in which he notices and pulls away rambling, "Oh no no, I'm sorry for hugging you like that, you must think I'm crazy now. I'm her son though. I'm your new brother!"

I open my mouth and let out a quiet "Oh…."

He rubs his neck awkwardly, "Yea, well my name is Toby." He rambles hyperly again and sticks out his hand.

'Toby? Toby Turner?' I thought to myself. 'God, I know I've heard that name somewhere!'

But instead of thinking about it further,I gladly take his hand and shake it.

"Rachel. So, I guess we're siblings now?" I asked.

He smiles bigger than before, which I didn't think was possible.

"Yea! Oh crap, I see them leaving. COME ON, RACHELBUSCUS!" he yells as he Heelys away on the tiled floor and lets out a big 'WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW' as he does so.

I let out a laugh as I grab my luggage and Heely behind him in sync.

'Did he just call me Rachelbuscus?' I thought, 'Wait. Isn't –buscus…."

Oh. My. Godness.