Later at school, I felt like I was having the worst day of my life. My grades were going down the drain and my parents had come out of the teacher's conference looking miserable (as told to me by Makenna). I was miserable as well realizing that when my parents found out that Jingleball was the day of exams they would never let me go. I was totally bummed. I thought of all the beautiful girls Hanson would meet and began to feel even worse. I think I am pretty. I have a little longer than should-length hair, hazel eyes and about 5'4. I am always wearing the latest styles and love fashion. My uniformed skirt was much less then six inches above my knee and even Scott my boyfriend told me I was pretty. But frankly that's beside the point.
When my sister, Ali who's 11, and I got home, my parents were seated in the library looking sullen. "Hi Mom and Dad" I said smiling sweetly. I always try to suck up when I know I'm in trouble. "Girls" they said in unison. "Put your bags down and come in here". My heart started pounding. I knew it was about the Jingleball tickets that were scheduled for the day of exams. Or could it my grades possibly? "Holy shit" I say under my breath as I slowly proceed to the library. My mom gets up as were sit down to shut the door. "Girls, we have something very important to discuss with you." I am shaking by now. "Laura, we had a parent teacher conference today and we were not pleased with the report your teachers gave us." I knew it! "We are so unhappy that you've been keeping these grades a secret. Why?" They ask. I start to cry-- saying I didn't wanna make them mad and all this crap. My mom and dad look at each other and nod as soon as my spectacle is over. "Finally", my fathers says clearing his throat. "I've been made vice-president of the firm." I start to smile. That's ultimate I say and tell my Dad congratualations. But then my mom ruins the fun. "The only thing is- we will have to leave the city and move." "What???" I yell. "I'm not leaving MY home for your job!!" "Sweetie" dad starts. "We'll have to move to Tulsa...." That's it. This is definietly the worst day....no year of my life. I jump up and run upstairs to my room slamming the door behind me.
