Goodbye Kansas, hello...where again? « Thread Started on Apr 7, 2007, 9:20pm »
"...So thats when my boss said, well it was before he was my boss, but you get the idea. Anyways, he said, 'You know Harris, I could use a bright mind like yours on my team. How would you like to be an executive?' I mean, me, a small town graduate, move to New York, THE New York, and get a new job? Of course!" Nick Harris said rapidly. His wife, Abbey, smiled understandingly at him and replied "Yes, we know dear. You've told us that story many, MANY times."
In the back seat of the new Mercedes, Charlie rolled her eyes. She could understand that her father was excited about the job promotion and all, not to mention the bonus, and the new house that was by far larger than there last...and the new car...well. Okay, so the job offer wasn't all THAT bad. But still, Charlie missed her...well...everytthing.
While nick continued to rant on and on about his new job, Abbey turned to her sulking daughter in the backseat. "Charlotte?"
A sullen look and a snotty "What?" was the Teen's reply.
"Charlotte," her mother said while giving her the 'mom' look. "I know you are upset about the move, but can't you at least try to be in a god mood when you see your new school?" Her mother reached back and brushed some bangs out of her face "You said yourself that you wanted to go to the boarding school."
Charlotte made a face. Yeah, she had said that she'd rather go to the boarding school. Rather. Not that she wanted to change schools. But seeing as she had no choice and she was mad at her parents at the time, going to a boarding school seemed to be a pretty good idea. So, giving her best sullen and sulky teen look she growled at her mother "...whatever." Okay, so it wasn't exactly novel material, and it was a bit cliche, but hey, she wasn't reading from a script so she didn't have to be perfect. Besides, she was still mad at her parents and didn't want to reward them with a full, grammatically correct sentence.
The new tires squelched on the slightly wet pavement of the parking lot. To her parents it was the beautiful music that was a new car and tires. To Charlie with was the toll of a death bell signaling her doom. She glared out the tinted window at the tall main building. She sighed heavily, her breath creating a patch of fog on the glass.
"Well, what do you think? Is it big enough for you?" joked her dad. To most people he would sound like a proud father only wanting the best for his only daughter. In actuality he was, but Charlie could detect the underlying sadness in his voice. It then hit her that she was probably not going to see them for awhile. She felt a twinge of regret for doing this to her parents. But then a small voice int he back of her head reminded her that this WAS there fault in the first place. "It sucks." she said.
Her mother opened the car door and looked around, smiling at the greenness of it all and the pristine gardens. She turned and gave her daughter an 'are you crazy?' look. "This place is beautiful! I'm sure you will love it."