I sat watching the rainfall pounding against the windshield. The wipers were moving at top speed to try and make the downfall disappear. I sighed and resigned myself to just sitting, and thinking. How had I gotten in this situation? Moving, away from friends, everything I had known. Including my old boyfriend of 2 years. Thinking of him, and his mahogany eyes, I felt my own green ones start to well up.

Anyways, I was here for a reason. My parents had decided that they weren't meant to be. What does that even mean? Isn't it just that if you love someone, your with them forever? I don't know, I thought that maybe the whole argument would blow over, but it never did.

"Honey, you need to stop sighing, it isn't that bad to move to a new place, it's like, an adventure, a brand new challenge to overcome,"

I rolled my eyes at her ridiculous sentence. My little brother got to stay home with my dad, while it had been decided that I could go with my mom. I looked at her; she had shoulder length bleached blonde hair. Now that I remember, she wasn't that old, she and my father had gotten married at an early age, at least for most people.

"But mom, I loved my old town, I had friends there,"

Now it was her turn to sigh, "I know you'll make new friends here, and maybe even a new boyfriend," She teased me.

I groaned and closed my eyes, and tried to imagine this was all just a joke, a big, fat joke, and when I opened them I'd be back in my bed, with my mom and dad standing in front of me, holding hands laughing.

Sadly, that wasn't what I saw when I opened them, in fact, what I did see when I opened them was a sign saying that we had 5 miles until Pacifica. How my mom could even afford to live in Pacifica, a suburb of San Francisco, was beyond me. My guess was that her parents, or my grandparents, had helped. A lot.

"Now, I don't want you to have an attitude, cheer up," She said this cheerfully, but her brown eyes were steely. Nothing was going to bring her down from her good mood, and she was going to make sure of it.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm just cheery," I rolled my eyes, and then closed them again. I ended up just sleeping the rest of the way. Not the greatest idea ever, I dreamed of my old home, I loved it there. I dreamed of Tanner, his arms wrapped around me. I looked up into his smiling face. I started to say, why are you so happy, I'm moving away from you! But my dream self wouldn't talk, which was just fine for me. I was content to feel myself in his arms; despite the fact I knew they weren't real.

I didn't remember the rest of my dream, but the next thing I knew was my mom was shaking me to wake up.

"We're here!" She said breathlessly.

I wiped the tears that had come out while I was sleeping, hoping my mom had failed to see them. I glanced out the window; the rain had stopped, but it was still cloudy. We were in a small neighborhood, full of houses that looked big, and fancy. Definitely not cheap.

I wondered vaguely where our house was, but we sped past all these houses, into a part of the neighborhood that had slightly smaller houses, but I had to admit, it was all still beautiful, not what I expected a suburb to look like.

I shook the rest of sleep off, and watched as we drove down past a high school, probably my new school, and another school that had a playground, so most likely elementary. We went by a small creek and finally pulled into a gravel-covered driveway. The car bounced slightly, but we made it to the garage.

My mom was in a hurry to jump out and look at our new house. She pulled out her shiny new key and ran to the door. I followed her a little less excitedly, but still kind of rushing, I wanted to get out of the now humid air before my hair started to frizz.

Walking up the front stairs I stopped right behind my mom, who was having a difficult time with the front door lock.

I patted down my hair, feeling the wavy curls start to frizz up and out.

"We have all the days in the world to screw up with the lock, do you think we can do it then, and not now?" I complained.

I heard her sigh, "There it's done,"

She swung open the door to a spacious opening room. Directly ahead of us were a flight of stairs, and to the left of the stairs was a hallway with some doors leading off it, but at the end was another room, probably meant to be the living room.

"Well, what do you think?" My mom obviously loved it.

"I haven't seen it, so how can I already have an opinion?" I knew I was bringing my mom down, but I was in a horrible mood. We had just left behind everything that I had grown to love.

"Oh, I think I hear the moving vans," There was a load roar of an engine in the driveway. She went outside to instruct them with all of our belongings.

"You can upstairs and pick out your room, but the master bedroom is mine," She called behind her as a man with a clipboard came up to talk to her. She turned and was occupied with him.

I shrugged my backpack more onto my shoulder, and headed up the stairs. I looked to the left and saw only a porch, and another flight of stairs. Too curious about what was up them, I decided to go that way. I put my backpack on the floor, and stumbled out onto the small porch. It was still humid out, but now with a hint of a breeze, so the humidity had started to be blown away, just slightly. The eave covered you, I noticed, when you were just going up the stairs. I turned to the left, and went up.

It ended up being a bedroom, with the most amazing view. I gasped aloud as I saw it. I looked out over the entire neighborhood, with a view of trees. I looked around, it was kind of small, but big enough, and I would have more room than my last bedroom, which was so small it would have been a pathetic closet. I loved this room because all the walls had about a foot of wood on the bottom, and the rest was window. Except for one, the one that was against the right wall, it was just wood. I could pull down the curtains if I wanted, so no one could look in.

Maybe I could learn to love it here. Maybe I really could start a new life, with new friends and everything. But for tonight, I was allowed to grieve.

After more than a couple hours and a whole other moving truck, our house was filled with cardboard boxes with messy writing on them saying what was in them, but the main furniture and some scattered paintings were already in places in rooms or hanging on the walls. The kitchen appliances were just now being brought in, as well as my bed. I sat on the stairs watching the whole thing, emerald eyes looking on as the scenes unfolded. I could tell that I was making the men uncomfortable, while others seemed to be checking me out. I grimaced when ones eyes looked me up and down. My small chest was nothing to be proud about, but at least it was something.

I had long legs, and that's what usually drew all the ass holes of guys to me. I turned each and every one down, but most guys ignored me, considering I was never the pretty girl, or the ugly girl who was popular enough that all the guys liked her.

Anyway, I continued to watch, until the two people who brought my bed in were waiting at the bottom of the stairs, and were even too lazy, or impolite, to ask me to move, and thought that staring would be enough.

I glared slightly at them, then stood and guided them up the stairs. I showed them the room I had chosen, the small room out and up the stairs on the porch. They struggled somewhat, but eventually got it up. The mattress followed soon after.

As soon as it was in place, with the mattress on it, I lied down. I breathed in the last familiar scents of my old home, remembering my closet of a room, my annoying little brother, whom I love deeply, and my tall father. I remembered his bright, cheery smile, and his bright hazel eyes. My eyes started to tear as I thought of them. I wondered what they were doing at this moment, were they thinking of mom and me? Or had they already moved on?
My mom came up about a half hour later. She found my room easily, and walked in without even bothering to knock.

"Hello! I see you're already ready to go to sleep!" Her smile was like the sun, and it made me want to cry, to know she was happy now that she moved and knowing that she acted like she was completely ignoring how I felt.

"I shifted to my other side, so all she could see was my back.

"Honey, I know that you're not happy about moving, but this is an adventure! And you'll get to go home and visit, don't you worry. I even got you a surprise, both me and your father pitched in after a couple months of saving,"

"Hmm, what is it?" I couldn't help it; I wanted to know what it was.

She pulled out a box with the words Macbook on it. I gasped aloud.

"Mom! You got me a laptop?" I grabbed the box and started to open it. It was wonderful, and about halfway through; I started to feel like shit. I had been so bitchy this entire day, and she had gotten me a laptop.

I gave her a giant bear hug, "I'm sorry about how I've been acting," I said, and I meant it.

She chuckled, "You are a teenager, and I'm sure I would have acted the same way were I you and I was your age," She looked at me with her big gray eyes. I saw fine lines on her only mid thirty-year-old face. The whole divorce had taken a toll on her, and it was showing.

I quickly looked down, because the whole mother daughter moment was now starting to get kind of awkward.

"Well, um, thank you Mom,"

She took that as her time to leave, which was just as well. She closed the door silently on the way out, but before she left, she turned and said, "Oh, I forgot to mention, we're going to have wireless internet installed, it won't be until were completely moved in, but thought I should let you know,"

I nodded to acknowledge her, and she left me to be in my room alone. I decided to save the computer for later, and just to go to sleep now.

Hmm, I wonder where my suitcase is. I thought but I ended up just falling straight asleep.