Moving to Canada
CHAPTER 1
"I-We need to tell you something, Corinne." Her voice was serious. Uh-Oh. Was it about summer school?
"Mom, I'm sorry! I'm just not smart…ok? I can't get good grades. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being like Aaron, where he's all perfect!" I pleaded. My dad laughed.
"We already found out that you hacked into the genesis website to change your grades, honey." Dad smirked. I scrunched up my face.
"I said that for..nothing? Well then what is it?" I asked, observing my mother suspiciously.
"We're moving." My dad blurts out. "To Montreal, Canada." My jaw drops wide open, open enough for a fly to get in.
"Say what? Where's that?" I questioned. This time my dad scrunched up his face, making his nose look like a pig's, and his mouth look like a duck's beak. His forehead wrinkled up, showing his stressful story life.
"What have you been learning in French, I mean seriously!" my dad exclaimed. "They don't teach you anything here at Westwood! Montreal is a French-Canadian city in Canada. Most of them speak French, and have English as their second language. However, we will be sending you to a private international institute, one of the best schools there in Canada. But you still need to learn French, of course! In order to get around. Also, me and mom have been promoted, so we're going on a long business trip. And the house is great! I mean, great. And so, if anything bad happens, we're leaving you with my best bud and his fam!" I didn't need to hear the rest. I ran upstairs, and slammed the door. Moving again? SERIOUSLY? How much more? I took out my guitar and started playing some chords, falling asleep in my own little music fairytale.
CHAPTER 2
Today was my last day at Westwood. I wasn't going to sob and cry over moving, but I was surely going to miss the warm weather, the bright sun, the shrub trees, everything, actually. Except school, and the jerks. How will I ever get used to the cold weather there? Around classes, people said "Goodbye, and I will miss you here at Westwood," or things like "Lucky, you're goin' to Canada, the rich place!" or things like "Go underground shopping" or "You get to go everywhere, Corinne." It was such a nagging day. After school, I walked home, just because Aaron couldn't just stop by since he's lazy. As I started walking home, I realized that Bryce was walking on the same block as me, just on the different sidewalk. Bryce? What was he doing? I knew his house was where the library was, which was not this direction. I assumed that he was going over a friend's, or to the park or field to practice his football or something. But he wasn't. Once I crossed the road to another block, he came near. I tried walking more vigorously without looking stupid, but that wasn't the case. I acted chill, and let him walk 10 feet away from me. I decided not to walk home, oh no siree, I went all over town.
"I heard, you're um, moving." He said, frowning as we came to a stoplight, watching the cars all rushing past us.
"Yeah, I am, to Montreal, actually. All the way ups there." I replied, resuming to an awkward stat.
"I..I need to tell you, now." He whispered. "I..had a crush on you since forever, and even...now."
My eyes widen, my lips turn small, accidentally biting the bottom part. I walked away from him, and stopped at a bright green bench to sit on. Bryce decides unexpectedly to just stroll and sit down also, and then puts his face right near mine, enclosing the outer world from us. All I can see is his beautiful blue eyes, his cute looking nose, and his plump sexy lips. He puts his hands around my face. After a moment of at least enduring that for more than five seconds, I force his hands down back to his side. I stand up, and ignore what I just felt. I shake my head, take everything I heard out through my other ear, and start walking again. This time, Bryce doesn't leave me alone.
"Leave me be," I said, after walking around the town plaza, and ready to walk into downtown.
"You'll regret this, Corinne. Or should I say, Madelyn?" He snapped.
"I..if we date, there's no point. Long distance relationships never work. And I know that." I said strongly. As he just stood there like a dope, I made my escape. I ran over inside to the closest store as possible.
"Hello," said the clerk. I looked around the big fashion store. It seemed like I was in the fashion boutique Forever 21. I gaped at the fancy skinny jeans and wandered around the Ed-Hardy sneakers. Surely Bryce wouldn't be finding me here. I tried on a pair of sunglasses, a hat, and a pair of skinny jeans. The skinny jeans fit just right with the Abercrombie sweatshirt I was wearing
"You look really nice…and different with that on. Really pretty, actually."