Just My Luck

Chapter 1

September 25, 2013 -- Wednesday

I walked into the house through the side door to find my parents sitting at the kitchen table. I closed the door behind me and they looked at me. My parents were never home whenever I got back from school, so something had to be wrong.

"Hey, honey, how was your day at school?" My mom had a look of worry on her face.

"Could've been better, what are you guys doing home so early?" I asked.

"We have some news to tell you," my dad answered.

"What kind of news?"

"It depends on how you look at it," my mom said.

"Okay," I said walking to the fridge. I grabbed a water bottle, grabbed some pain medicine out of the cupboard, and set my bag on the ground. I hopped onto the counter next to the fridge. "What's the news?" I swallowed the pills and listened to them.

"Your mom and I have been transferred to another building in the company. We also got a raise due to this transfer. We couldn't turn it down," my dad replied, looking at me worriedly.

"That's great!" I truly was happy for them.

"But," my mom started. "We have to move."

"What?"

"We're moving to new York." She acted excited.

"Why does this have to happen to me?" I hopped off the counter and ran to my room. I locked the door and slid my back down it; I started crying. My headache got worse and I was short of breath for some reason. Right now all I needed was to be in Dave's arms. I pulled my phone out and called him. It rang three times before he picked up; I was still crying.

"What's up, babe?" I tried to hold back my sob, but it went through the phone. "What's wrong?"

"I need you," I said in between sobs.

"Okay, I'll be over in a few minutes." He hung up because that's all I had to say for him to understand.

About ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" I yelled.

"It's me." Dave. I stood up and opened the door. I hugged his chest and cried. He lifted me slightly and went into my room, closing the door behind him. He sat down on my bed and held me in his lap. He rubbed my back and soothingly played with my hair.

About a half an hour later, I had no more tears to cry. We were lying down in my bed with my head on his chest. I put my chin on his chest and looked thoughtfully at my boyfriend. He ran his fingers through my hair.

"Let me know when you're ready to talk. I'm not going to rush you," he stated. I took a deep breath.

"My parents got transferred to a building in New York," I sighed and continued. "So, I have to go with them."

"When did this happen?"

"After school, they were home waiting for me. Then, they bombarded me with the news and all I thought about was losing you when we just got good." He frowned.

"When are you moving?" He looked towards the doorway and stopped playing with my hair. I sat up and stretched, then faced him with my legs in criss-cross-applesauce.

"I don't know. I ran out of the kitchen and called you," I smiled sadly. He wouldn't look at me. I grabbed his chin and chuckled. "What is up with you today, babe?" He put his hand on my thigh and smiled.