Chapter 8: Invasion of the Moving Signs
Next Monday, I was walking down my street to the park. Dad said he had some big news to say when he gets home in an hour, and I didn't really want to stay around the house. I've grown to hate the house; there are too many memories of mom.
I haven't been to the park since before mom died, and since school and almost everything else is the other way, I haven't taken this route in over a month, and I've missed it. I love how it the sidewalk is always shady because of all the trees. As I turned the corner, getting closer to the park, I past Jacob's house. I did a double take when I saw a moving truck at his house. Jacob's mom and dad were loading up the truck and didn't notice me. Jacob came out of his house with a cardboard box with his name on it written in black marker. He immediately dropped his box on the ground in front of his feet when he saw me.
"Miley…" Jacob said.
I turned away and ran. I ran all the way down the road, and into the park. When I got there, I walked over to a large shady tree and sat down against it. I pulled my knees to my chest and cried on them. This can't be happening! First, my mom dies, and now, my first ever boyfriend is moving and he didn't tell me.
"Miley," said a panting Jacob. "I was going to tell you… but I thought it would be too much for you. I mean, your mom just pasted away, and-," he said, but I cut him off.
"And you thought not telling me so I could go to school tomorrow and find out that you moved, on my own would be better?" I ask.
"Well-," he tried to say.
"Why are you moving?!" I shout.
"Do you remember that guy that was talking to me at the talent show?" he asked. I nodded. "Well he is a talent scout. I did a commercial the weekend of your mom's funeral, and then I auditioned for this new show they're going to start called "Zombie Middle." I got main lead! But I have to move to Los Angeles before someone can try to take my spot in the show."
"Whatever, Jacob. Either way, you should have told me, and if you're going to be moving, I think we should… we should break up."
"What? No, Mile-," Jacob was interrupted by a truck's horn.
"Jacob, let's go!" Jacob father called.
"Have fun in L.A." I said and quickly took off down the road towards my house.
When I got home, there was a 'for sale' sign in our front yard. What is this, invasion of the moving signs? I ran inside and saw Jackson and dad in the living room.
"Come and take a seat Miley," dad said. I walked over to the couch and sat next to Jackson. Dad was standing up facing us. "I think you kids noticed the for sale sign I put up in the front yard…" he began.
"Ya think?!" Jackson and me said sarcastically in unison.
"Well that's because, well, since your mom past away, it's been hard to stay in this house. The second reason is good news though, Marty Cline called, and Hannah Montana got the record deal."
"Dad, this is awesome!" I exclaim.
"Group hug!" dad says, and for once, we didn't say 'gotta go!' or make an excuse to leave. After the hug, Jackson and me sat back down.
"Where are we moving?" Jackson asks.
"We are moving to Malibu. The record company's office is there, and I thought it would be good publicity for Hannah Montana. We are moving at the end of the month."
Before I feel asleep that night, I was laying in bed thinking of the move. I was definitely okay with it, the only people here I would miss are Aunt Dolly and the rest of my family. I know Jackson was okay with it; he always wanted to live on the coast.
'Your not the only one that's going to be a star, Jacob,' I thought before drifting to sleep.
A/N: Well, there's chapter 8. Hopefully I'll be able to update faster now that school's out.