"Life sucks," I moaned, flopping backwards onto my bed.
"What now?" Nick flopped beside me, laughing, "Don't you think you're being a little melodramatic?"
"Aren't I always?" I replied, smiling back.
Nickolas Gene Carter. The two of us had pretty much been best friends
since we were in training pants. I knew from the moment he shared his
prized arrowroot cookie with me, and let me scribble with the best
crayons
that we were soulmates. Or at least until someone came along with a
bigger
box of Crayolas. He'd been the boy across the lance for as long as I
could
remember. our backyards faced each others, and our parents had long
since
given up on forcing us to go through the gate, tearing down the fence
that
seperated us, and creating a bond no one quite understood. Through the
years I, Maddison Aurelie Clement, had apparently became the envy of
all the
girls as he had joined a musical group which was steadily gaining
popularity. To me he was still just Nick.
"So," Nick began again, "What brought on this insight?"
"Ugh, everything!" I grumbled, "Today just plain sucked. I seriously
don't
think anything else could have gone wrong."
"Yeah, it could've! you could've gotten run over by a bus or
something,"
he offered.
"Gee, thanks Nicky," I spat, rolling over onto my side, putting my
back to
him, "That really helps."
"Maddison, don't be like this," he tried.
"Watch me," I retorted.
"Fine. I have to go anyway. Sometimes you're way too sensitive," he
jumped to his feet and stormed out of my room. I could hear him say
goodbye
to my mother and my sister Nichole, and then I heard the back door
slam.
"Well, Maddie, looks like you were wrong again," I muttered to myself,
tears pricking at my eyes, "This day could get worse."
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And worse it got. Just as we sat down for dinner my mother said she
had an
announcement to make. I knew this was major or else mom wouldn't have
waited until dinner, which was practically the only time during the day
when
we were together.
"Your father had been offered a huge promotion," she paused, looking
around
the table at the four of us: My father, Nicole, who, at 17, was a year
older than me, and Alexia, or Lexi, my five year old sister.
"That's wonderful, Dadd!" I beamed.
My sisters offered their congratulations as well, the three or us
happy as
we knew out dad had been waiting for this. nichole and I, however,
shared a
momentary nervous glance, knowing there had to be a catch.
"Girls, let your mother finish," Dad instructed.
"This is a wonderful opportunity, and would mean more money for the
family,
and nice things for you girls." she began cautiously, "However, it
would
mean slightly relocating our family."
"Slightly as in where?" my voice wavered.
"Boston," my mom answered.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion, mainly my though process. I
considered the process of moving, numbly realizing that Boston was a
long
way from the cozy home in Ruskin, Florida I had known all my life. We
all
reacted differently to the news.
"Boston? A slight relocation! That's a freaking long way from here!
And
in my senior year!" Nichole yelled.
Lexi was quietly sitting at her plate, understandably confused. To a
five
year old whose concept of a long way away was around the block, the
distance
between Florida and Massachusetts was something she couldn't quite
comprehend. As for me, I jumped up from the table, and forgetting the
afternoon's events, ran out the back door for Nick's. As soon as I had
escaped, the tears began falling.
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