Chapter One: Bad NewsMature

Cleveland, yuck, I thought as I listened to my parents talk. They had decided that we should move away from our beautiful house in California all the way to Cleveland. “But why do we need to move somewhere so… secluded?” I asked.

“Cleveland is one of the most populated cities in the U.S, Zack! How can you say it’s secluded?” challenged my dad.

“Dad, it oversees Lake Erie! And we’re moving into a part of it that’s practically inside a forest!”

“We are not!” exclaimed my mother. “Your sister took it better than you did!”

“Mom, Jen doesn’t even know yet, how can you assume that she took it better? Besides, Jen likes the city here, and we’re moving into The Forest City! Did you know that Cleveland is the 7th most dangerous city for crime?”

“What’s this heated discussion about?” asked my sister, Jen as she walked in through the door. Her blond hair fell to her shoulders as she untied a ponytail.

“Well, honey—” began my dad.

“We’re moving to Cleveland, Ohio,” I blurted out.

“Zachary!” exclaimed my mom. “You’re sixteen years old and you’re acting this way!”

“Age has nothing to do with it, mom! You don’t get it, do you? Why would you take us away from all our friends that we’ve worked so hard to make?”

“You’ll make new friends,” said my dad.

“New friends don’t replace the old ones!” I exclaimed.

“Son, I understand you’re angry, said my mom.

“Damn right I’m angry! I’m furious! You don’t even consult with us before you decide to move us all the way to Cleveland!”

“Why do we have to move?” Jen chimed in. “There are so many memories here!”

“Your father got a job down there that he couldn’t refuse!” said mom.

“What, so that means you’re staying here?” I asked. She didn’t answer. “Oh, and that’s fair how? You know what, don’t even tell me! You’ll only tell me that it is!” I stormed up the stairs and walked into my room slamming the door shut behind me. I could hear my sister yelling at them downstairs, and then she slammed her bedroom door next to mine. And so I sat in my bed, hoping and wishing that we wouldn’t really have to leave, wishing that it would all go away—knowing that it wouldn’t.

The End

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