CHAPTER 2: TELLING THE GIRLS.

Hi, I'm Vanessa and I wrote this on Friday the 13th, and got the worst news ever, so this just proves the superstition is true. Happy worst day of the year!

I woke up the next morning, feeling like I hadn't slept. I stared at my alarm clock. 9.15am. I wanted to just stay in bed the entire day, my entire life in fact. Just stay in bed and forget the fact that I'd be moving in two months. Then my stomach growled. Time to get up, whether I liked it or not. I sighed and heaved myself out of bed. After my shower I dressed in short shorts and a tank top. Clothes I would never wear outside, or even inside all that often. The only reason I was wearing them now was because it was laundry day. I had no clothes. I went downstairs to get something to eat.

My mom and dad were laughing at something when I entered the kitchen. That stopped immediately they saw me.

'Don't stop on my account. Just pretend I'm not here. I obviously don't matter, anyway.' That was a low blow, I know. But I really didn't want to move.

'That's unfair. You know you factored a lot in this decision. We thought long and hard and came back to the same place every time. We need to move. It's the best thing for all of us. I hope you'll understand. We need to do this.'

I sighed. 'I understand. Somewhere deep inside, I do. That doesn't mean I like it. And the petty part of me has decided she doesn't want to understand, so she's going to act like she doesn't.' I've always been honest with my parents, even when it was painful. They raised me that way. They always told me that I had to tell them or anyone really, the truth. Lying just becomes complicated.

'We understand that you don't like it, but you're going to have to accept it. We don't have time for you to be in denial about the move. We have to get ready.'

'You could have told me earlier. It would have been nice to have known that it could have been a possibility. To have time to prepare my mind to the fact that I'm not going to be here much longer.'

'We didn't fully make up our minds until a week ago. We didn't want to worry you for nothing. It wouldn't be worth the tears.' Tears that I would actually shed. I hate my eyes. 'Then when we finally made the decision, we were looking for the right moment to tell you. '

'What's the rush, then? If you only made the decision last week. Why two months?'

'Because your father's job comes with a time period. They needed a replacement immediately. If we weren't able to move so quickly, they would give the job to someone else.'

'Ok.' I got a bowl of coco pops and sat down to eat. I love coco pops. Their my favorite thing to eat. I'm a very picky eater. I hate anything that resembles a vegetable, unless its pickles. And Chinese food. I don't eat shellfish or any fish really, unless it's Chinese. I don't like turkey, though chicken is good. So is duck, but only Peking (again with the Chinese.) duck. I only eat potatoes if their fries. The only restaurant food I like, besides Chinese, is desert. I don't think McDonalds counts as a restaurant. I hate most fruits and fruit juices. My water has to be out of a tap. Mineral water tastes weird. Unless my egg is sunny side up, but very, and I mean very (I don't like raw egg) well done, I won't eat it. That basically leaves burgers, chicken, Chinese, (I like Chinese, a lot. My mom always swore that their must be Chinese blood in our family that skipped generations until me because I love it.) And desert. And coco pops. The only person I knew who was as picky as me was… never mind.

After breakfast, I went upstairs to do some homework. I turned my computer on and started on an essay that was due in a week. I know only geeks do homework when it's due in a week's time, but because of the play, I want as little work as possible that week, so I can rehearse. Wait. I can't do the play anymore. Opening night is three days after we move. I guess I can convince my mom to let me stay with Jessica. No, there is no way my mom will let me stay at her house for a week. Oh well, at least one good thing came out of me moving, though I doubt Jess will see it that way. At least Trisha will be happy. She'll get the lead now. Trisha and I have a very… interesting relationship. I count her as one of my best friends and so does she. But the only reason we have been friends so long is because of Jess. Trisha can be petty, mean, and bitchy, but she's been Jess's best friend since kindergarten and when I became friends with Jess, she sort of came along with the package. After a while I got used to it, but I have a feeling Trisha resents me for some reason. Jess on the other hand is the kindest, sweetest person in the world. She also acts like she is on a sugar high 24/7. It's amazing how much energy one person can have. If you could harness her energy for one day, it would be enough to power a small country for 10 years. Amber my other best friend on the other hand, is quiet and reserved. She doesn't hang around with me and Jess that much because she hates Trish. She has her opinions and beliefs and you can't change her mind if she's made it. She's very strong willed. But she's lots of fun to hang with. Especially if you're going shopping. The girl has the weirdest style imaginable! She always picks the weirdest things and puts them together and on the hangers you're thinking that would never work, then she puts them on and she looks absolutely amazing in them. Jess's style is more conventional. Trish is always in the latest designer clothes. Her parents are rich and she's an only child, so she can get anything she wants. For example, for her birthday, her parents not only bought her a brand new car, but a Mercedes. Convertible. The only reason she didn't get a sports car is that her parents said she drives too fast and she would crash it. She pouted for a month. In my head I wanted to yell at her "you got a freaking Mercedes. Be happy." Amber, Jess, and I all got cars but I inherited my brothers old Toyota. So did Amber, except hers was her elder sister's old jeep. Jess doesn't have an older sibling so her parents bought her a car from the used car dealership.

I closed down the essay because I couldn't concentrate and turned off my computer. I lay down on my bed and grabbed a book. I know, I know, I sound more and more like a geek as this goes along but I like reading. It's… I don't know how to put it. It makes me feel better when I'm angry or sad, or anything like that. But it's also fun. To immerse yourself in someone else's life and have to worry about someone else's problems that are so easily fixed. It makes me feel like maybe my problems can also be easily fixed, I just can't see it like the characters. I turned on my iPod and turned on my favorite playlist.

I had just reached my favorite part when Edwin, the vampire was about to tell Becky, the human that he was in love with her when my door crashed in and Jess jumped on my bed with me on it. This happens so often I didn't even flinch.

'Hey Bree! What are you doing; besides being boring?'

'Ha-ha. I'm re-reading TwiDark.' Amber walked in after Jess and sat on the other side of me. She's a bookworm like me.

'Where are you? I just finished re-reading New Star.' Amber said, stretching so she could see my page number. This is why I have a queen sized bed. All of us can fit comfortably with no problem.

'Edwin is telling Becky that he is a vampire and that he is in love with her.'

'That series is so boring! I mean vampires and wizards? And the way Becky moves from Edwin, the vamp to Joseph, the wizard and his coven of witches? Those things don't even exist!'

'It's a love story! It's not supposed to make sense. And its science fiction. The whole point is that it doesn't exist.' I told her, sighing. Jess doesn't understand my draw to science fiction. She likes autobiographies and books like that. Real people.

'Did you two come together?' I asked, confused. Like I said before, Amber doesn't generally hang out with Jess. She likes Jess a lot, but hates Trish and Trish is always with Jess.

'No, but great minds think alike. I saw her walking up towards your house, so I gave a lift. We were both coming here anyway.' Jess said. Did I forget to mention Jess speaks a mile a minute? You can barely understand what comes out of her mouth.

'We came to practice our lines together. Where is your copy of the script?'

Now was the moment of reckoning. I had to tell them.

'Guys, about that… I can't do the play.'

'Not again. You promised you can't go back on your word!' Jess said. Amber nodded in the background.

'I want to, I really do. I just can't. I can't because…'

'What? You can't because what?' Amber said, frowning.

'I'm… moving.' I said, in a voice barely louder than a whisper.

'What?' Jess said

'I'm moving.' I said, barely louder than the first time.

'Huh? I can't hear you.' Amber said

'I'M MOVING!' I yelled.

Kutsy here and I was so exited when I saw our first review! Thank you so much GorgeousLittleLiar! WOW this is Vanessa, Nami and I's first fanfic so please leave comments!