Seven a.m., my alarm goes off, so I take a shower, get dressed, did my hair and make-up, then left for school. Since I was less than a mile from school, I had to walk. But it wasn't that bad. Today I was wearing a see-through light blue button-down t-shirt and a darker blue halter top under it, and blue jeans. When I got to school, in every class, when I made my usual rounds with everybody, I told them that tomorrow was my last day at Crestwood High, and I was moving because my dad was being given a raise at work and my mom had gotten a better job too. At the end of the day on my way home, Anthony cought up with me.
"Love! Wait up!" He called after me.
"Hi Anthony." I kept walking.
"I heard through some people that tomorrow is your last day at Crestwood." He stopped me and turned me towards him.
"Yeah. It is. We're moving to Oklahoma."
"Oklahoma?! What am I supposed to do?"
"Anthony, we're not serious. You know that." I started walking again. He cought up to me and spun me violently towards him.
"What am I supposed to do?" He repeated.
"Um, maybe find a real girlfriend?" I was getting a little fed up with him, and was kind of looking forward to leaving him.
"A real girlfriend?!" Anthony shouted.
"Yeah. We were never real. I'm sorry if you got that impression. I have no choice on this move. Believe me, I've tried everything in my power to stay. But it's not gonna happen. So if you'll excuse me, I have to finish packing." I turned and left Anthony standing there.
When I got home, I ran upstairs and turned on my Mariah Carey c.d. up loud enough so I could sing along. People have told me that I have a beautiful voice. Oh well. I began to put everything else into boxes. They were being shipped tomorrow to arrive at the same time we did. Finally my parents came home. I ran down the stairs to greet them.
"So how was your last day at this office?" I asked them both. They had each taken tomorrow off.
"Usual." My dad said dully.
"Okay." My mom said.
"Good." I nodded my head.
"How did your day go, Love?" Dad asked me.
"Fine, until on the way home I had a fight with Anthony."
"Is that your boyfriend?" My dad asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
"No, he's my half-boyfriend. That was his problem. He thought we were actually... you know."
"Oh. Yeah, I know." He smiled.
"Anyway, all my things are packed."
"Okay. How 'bout we go out for dinner tonight?" My mom suggested.
"Yeah!" My dad and I cheered at the same time. We went out to our convertable and found a place to eat.
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