My family and I walk around the airport finding an exit. My mom is super exited for a new home.

She says it's a new chance at life and we should all be blessed. But, it's only been a day and I miss Michael.

It's a strong possibility he's gone back to dating Keke.

We finally step foot outside and get in a taxi driving to a new home. "This is so great. It's a small nice home. Its gonna be great trust me honey." My mom says.

We drive for what feels like hours only cause I'm bored. Then pull up into the driveway of a small family townhouse.

We all walk in and I look around. Facing the reality that this is my new life. I walk upstairs and walk in a room.

The walls are a white with black writing. The words are to tiny and written in black.

I realize their the names of people who have had this room. Pretty cool if I think about it.

A certain name catches my eyes. Zack Rutherford, the first name being a guitarist in the Neighborhood.

And his last name being from the lead vocalist. My heart sinks and I slowly melt away. My mom walks in and jestures me out the room.

We walk down the stairs and go to some stores for furniture.
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Even though it took me four hours to pick stuff and another four to fix up my room.

I plummet on my bed. And pick up my pillow of an upside down house.

Then slide it under my head to prop up a bit. I hear my phone ringing and frantically look for it.

Then see the caller ID and answer. "Hey Michael." "Hey, house the new house?" "Good. My bedroom is pretty awsome." I say looking around.

"Cool, look, I was uh thinking. Long distance doesn't ever work. We can't even make physical contact." He says.

I hear a girls voice on the other end but can't hear what she's saying.

"Who did you replace me for?" I ask holding back tears. "It's not like that. Don't make it sound worse then it is." He says.

"Well, let's see it hasn't even been two days and you have a new girlfriend. I hate you." The words slip and falls a long silence.

Then he hangs up. Tears fall to my lap and I hold my head in my hands.

A chill surrounds my room and makes me shiver. Causing goosebumps to raise everywhere on my body.

I get into my covers and cry, trying hard for my cries not to be heard. Then my parents would come in and pitty me. Only making things worse.
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I wake up squinting, my eyes burn at the sunlight. I get out my bed and put on black ripped skinny jeans.

Then a light pink crop top that has a big red lip with the tongue out on it.

I slip on red vans and walk down the small narrow like stairs. Today is Friday.

Regret and unsatisfaction fills my body as I remember that I left Michael and may never see me again.

My eyes tear up but I fan away the tears in them remembering I have on my make-up.

My mom stands in the kitchen finishing packing my lunch since I had to deal with a hard thing.

She hands the brown bag to me and we leave the house getting in the car.

In Orgeon they have diffrent road rules, pretty diffrent ways. But weired ways, so my mom wanted to take me to school to assure I'd be alright.

" Thanks for making my lunch mom." I say giving a thin pursed smile with my lips. "Anytime." My mom says. Her eyes stay on the road.

"And if you need to talk to me at all ever, you can." She says, she parks into the parking lot.

I exhale and unbuckle looking at my new school anxious. I get out and walk up to the front.

There's green grass spread out and a rocky path entering the school.

Teens hang out and linger till the bell rings. I spot some in their car making out.

I walk around looking at my schedule trying to find my classes.

The bell rings and kids start waking to their classes and ending their conversations.

I stand looking bewildered and startled looking for my class. Then a guy comes up to me.

He has pale blue eyes, white skin, and black messy hair. His face isn't sculpted unlike Michael.

His muscles flex when he sees me. His presence seems bold and sexy.

"You need help finding your classes?" He asks.

I stare at him imagining how hot he would look in black and white. "Um yah. Room 38 Mr.Cahillstin." I say.

He leans in close looking at the paper. "Oh, thats with me. Let's go." He says, we walk together to the class.

"Zach by the way." He says, "Carmella." I say smilling. "So, why'd you move here?" He asks.

"My dad got a promotion and we had to move here." I say, he frowns a bit and we enter a class.

I sit in the seat by him and he looks at me. "Btw, this teacher can be a real a hole." He says. A laugh escapes from me and he smiles.

"Everyone in your seats!" The teacher yells! People get in their seats.

"Wow he is an a hole." I whisper to Zach. The teacher slams his briefcase down and my heart jumps.

"Who is this?" He asks looking at me. "Um, I'm Carmella Coltberry." I say.

He smiles, "well, I hope you aren't a total disappointment like all my other students." He glares at everyone in the class excluding me.

Is it even okay for a teacher to treat his students like this. I laugh nervously and look down at my notebook.

I write down the things on the board and when I finish I sit there looking around bored.

The teacher comes by, "and you're a fast writter." He says sounding fascinated as he rubs his chin.

"Good job." He says, he sits back at his desk drinking his coffee. The bell rings and I exhale like I've been holding my breath in for hours.

I walk out with Zach, "alright you're next period is gonna be upstairs to your left. Rm 50." He says, then starts to walk away.

"Wait! Where are you going?" I ask. "To my second period, but don't worry I'll see you again at fourth period. Meanwhile try to see if anyone else can help." He says. He runs back over and hugs me.

I take in his scent, he smells like Carmel and alcohol. "Bye." He says, then he runs to class.
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I'm home sitting on my bed. It's a shame I didn't get Zach's number. If I do try getting it tommorow it won't matter cause I'll be scared.

I lay back in bed and feel myself get tired. Before I know it, things get dark and dreams appear in my mind.