It's two PM of a Saturday and Courtney has dragged me to the store to help her get all the stuff she and Mrs Palmer needs for tonight's dinner.

She doesnt look as happy as usual. I've tried to squeeze the words out of her but she still remains the same.

We push the trolley to the dairy section. None of us are exchanging glances or looks.

"Courts what's going on? Is it Jared? I promise I wont punch him." I plead, fiddling with the jet black hair that's fallen onto my black leather jacket.

"Theres nothing wrong Marcy." She paints a large smile on her face.

And that is the last thing she says. She picks up blue cheese and parmesan cheese.  And then goes deeper to pick up mozzarella.

She pushes the trolley over to snack side, were the first thing we see is assorted colours of M&Ms and Oreos.

"Pick." Is all she says.

That's a first. Usually we fight about who gets to pick.

I take the yellow ones because she loves nuts, maybe that'll cheer her up and I take the red ones for myself.

We move deeper into the isle were you find chips and soda fridges.

She moves over to get some backs of chips while I go get her dad's favourite soda.

Mr Palmer is a minimalist man. From the stories he tells Courts and I, he has loved Pepsi from the moment he was born.

I open the fridge and as I do so I hear a groan coming from where the door hit.

I look to the left to find that I've accidentally hit someone with the fridge door.

I know this guy from somewhere.

His stone eyes stare at me and I stare back in confusion. Am I supposed to be scare or something?

"Sorry dude." Is all I say before going to pick the cans of Pepsi and cans of Coca Cola .

When I turn to close the fridge, the same angry grey eyes are scanning the fridge next to me.

Now I know where I know his from. He is Colton's bestfriend. Its Reece. That guy with a bunch of last names.

When he feels my eyes he turns to me again with the same stone cold eyes. What the fuck are you glaring about in the damn Soda isle bro?

He seems irritated by me. Well me too boy, I hate Mr Rich pants like you.

I move to find Courtney. She is already impatiently waiting for me by the checking point.

After she's paid we both pad out to the car. Carrying heavy plastics on both out hands.

She somehow manages to open the Mercedes Benz that she ie driving today and we drop all the food in the trunk.

I am not at all comfortable with putting food in the trunk. Like what if you havent closed it properly and the trunk opens while you're driving, then you watch all the food you paid for with your hard earned cash fall all the way out of the trunk.

I sit silently in the passenger seat. Uncomfortably I might add. I'm scared to ruin her seats with my flaking leather jacket.

"Marcy sit properly." Is all she says.

I try to back up the seat without showing her how uncomfortable I am. I crouch down to lace up my converse.

A part of me wishing they were as brand new as Courneys Jordan 1. But every penny that I get can not go to buying shoes and expensive clothes. I have to eat at the end of the day.

The car parks infront of the large mansion. My eyes almost ball out everytime I see the place. This is stunning.

We walk into the house and the first person to welcome me is Mrs Palmer.

"Oh Marcy. You look so good, how are you doing?" She asks.

"I'm alright thanks." I say rubbing my fingers together.

"So Courtney and i went shopping and decided to get you some stuff. I'll show you after dinner." She says squealing.

I nod at her. Again uncomfortable.

She starts preparing the dinner , while I help her. Courtney and her little sister Nina prepare the table.

Soon the aroma of fresh lasagna, cheesy garlic bread and saucy pasta fills the house.

Mrs Palmer loves cooking and whenever she cooks, she makes a feast.

Mr Palmer and Courtney's saucy breadstick of an elder brother Ashton walk down the stairs.

Mr Palmer is first to notice me. He walks over to me and ruffle my hair.

"Now here's my favourite child." He says ruffling my nearly combed hair.

Yes, uts fucking cringy but this family treats me like I'm Courtney's twin.

"Hey ,dad!" Both Courtney and Nina whine.

"And she is also my favourite sibling." Ashton joins on the ruffling of hair while I try to pinch his built bicep.

"Stop that you rotten breadstick."

"How's school girls?" Mrs Palmer asks while we're all settled and begin eating dinner.

"School is great." Courtney says.

"And you Marcy?" She turns to me.

"Erh, it's alright. " I and she chuckles dryly.

Okay something is definitely up. Mrs Palmer is usually more chatty than this. She is worse than her daughter. And I kinda like that because that means less pressure on me to say something.

Mr Palmer turns to Ash.

"Hey Ash, when are you going back to your dorm? You kinda overstayed your visit." He says.

"Oh come on dad! You know you love it when I'm here. But I'm leaving on Monday." He says uncomfortably the last part.

"How is your mom?"

"Evelyn is fine."

She nods before turning back to her garlic bread.

"Okay, I'm sorry if this sounds rude but what is going on? All of you have been so off today. Mrs P since when do you have nothing to say? Courts? Nina? Ash? Mr P?"

Everyone deflates. Mrs Palmers eyes begin to tear.

"You tell her honey. " Mrs Palmer says to her husband.

"Marcy, I'm so sorry dear. I got a promotion and it's in New York." He says.

"Oh, you're leaving. I'm going to miss you Mr P." I try to smile. Ignoring the fact that my brain knows exactly what he's going to say.

I know. I already know. I just need to hear it from them. Maybe then I'll accept it.

"No sweetheart, the entire family is moving there. " he says.

I nod staring down at my plate.

The Palmers have been the only people that actually cared about me in this entire town.  If they leave , then I'm going to starve to death.

"We were supposed to move tomorrow but I wanted to let the girls have a day with you on Monday if that's alright with you." He says.

I only nod.

The dinner goes on silently.

Before Courtney is to drive me home. Mrs Palmer gives me two bags one filled with clothes and the other with food.

The only escape I have from my world is gone.