Cici Jamieson, was an 11 year old girl who lived in the city of Icyville. She was an only child with her mum Amy and dad Jake. They were a loving and caring family. Cici didn't have many friends, she wasn't really popular in school, but she had a happy life. That is until, she received some bad news...

It was a lazy Sunday in Cici's home. Her mum was cooking dinner in the kitchen, her dad was reading the newspaper in the living room and Cici was drawing in her newly bought sketchbook in the dining room. But Cici had noticed the glances her mum and dad had been passing back and forth. It made her uneasy, like they were talking about her, but silently.

Finally, dinner was brought to the small square table in the dining room.
"Dinner Jake," Amy called to her husband.
Jake got up hesitantly, as if dreading eating the food.

No, Cici thought, what we were going to talk about while eating the food.

Once they were seated and eating, the glances between mother and father started again. Cici tried to read what they were saying to each other through their eyes, but it was no use. After about 5 minutes, Cici plucked up the courage to say,

"Come on, spit it out."

Jake sighed.
"I don't know how to put it," he said, looking to Amy for help.
"Darling, we're, um, we are moving..." Amy half whispered, half spoke.

Cici blinked. Moving? It must be a joke.

"Haha, good one mum!" Cici laughed uncertainly. They couldn't actually be moving, Icyville was her home, where her friends were, where her... her memories were. She'd been born and raised in this city, she couldn't just leave it behind!

Amy winced at the comment, and tried to say something, but the words didn't come out. Jake chimed in to help.

"Actually, it's... not a joke Cici. I have a business offer in Sagewater that I have to take up. Think about it Ci, I won't have to go on any business trips anymore, we can spend more time together," he explained.

"Dad, mum, you can't do this to me! I was born and raised in Icyville, you can't just force me to leave! My friends, all the memories in this place... you can't just take them from me!" Cici shouted.

She pushed the chair back violently, so much that it nearly tipped all the way over, and started walking towards her room. But on second thought, she ran back and picked up her plate with her barely touched spaghetti on it.

"I'll be taking this too," Cici said, and with that she stomped to her room.

A/N
A new adventure begins! How do you like it so far? Would love some feedback and some predictions on what's going to happen!

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