She was mad. Madder than she had ever been in her life, and she took out her frustrations on every stone that came into her path as she walked down the sidewalk. She had left the house in a torrid storm, tears of anger and hurt had filled her blue eyes quickly.
"Bulma, honey, we need to talk." Her father said as she was about to leave the kitchen table.
"No sweetheart, this is important." His eyes begged her to sit back down, and she did. Her mother slid slowly into the chair between them and folded her hands on the table. Bulma looked from her mother to her father and knew by the way that they both were acting something wasn't good. "You see darling..."
"Just cut to the chase dad, I've got to study."
Mother and father looked at each other and then to their 15 year old daughter. She loved school, in fact, she was obsessed with it. Not that she was a book-worm or anything, far from it, but she knew that in order to get where she wanted to get in life, she'd have to work for it.
"We're moving." Her father said.
"You lie." Bulma said, teeth clenched as she rested her head on the back of the wooden chair.
"Bulma, sweetie, you know that your father has never lied to you, so why do you assume that he's going to now?"
"The end of the month."
"Dad! School won't be finished! I won't take my midterms! You've got to be kidding me!"
"I'm sorry darling, but I'm not kidding you. I know it's going to be hard for you, but please understand that this is for the best."
"The best for who father?" the enraged teen shouted as she sprung from her chair, knocking it over. "The best for you? For mom? Certainly the best for me. Oh yes, that's right, my father is going to pull me out of a school that I've only gone too for the last three years, take me away from everyone and everything I've come to know and love. Oh yeah, I'm sure that's the best thing for me."
Another rock was kicked and she watched from stinging eyes as it skipped along the sidewalk and stopped a few yards away from her. She knew where she was going. She had to go and tell Matt that she was moving.
Matt, with his shoulder-length dirty blonde hair and striking green eyes and a body she'd only dreamed of her boyfriend having. Matt was everything to her; the reason she breathed, the reason she smiled, the reason her heart was beating. This wasn't going to be easy for her.
They had been dating for almost two years. It would be two years at the end of next month, and she wasn't going to be there to see him on their two- year accomplishment. Pushing open the white gate that encased the yard of his house, she slowly walked up the three stairs and stared at the door for what seemed like an eternity. After a few long moments, she lifted her hand and knocked twice. A dog barked and she heard Matt shoo the year-old German Shepard from the door as he opened it.
"Bulma!" He smiled, holding the door open for her, but walked outside when he saw the distressed look on her face. "Darling, what's wrong?"
"Matt..." she breathed, walking into his arms, pressing her face against his shoulder. "Matt..."
"That's my name, don't wear it out!" he joked.
"At the end of the month." She started to cry into his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her small frame, cheek resting against the top of her head as he held her. "Matt, I... I don't want to go. I don't want to leave you."
He pulled her away from him and lifted her chin to look into her eyes. "Darling, you'll never leave me. We've still got two weeks together. Tell you what, we'll ditch classes tomorrow and start packing. I know my mom will call the school for me, and you can tell your parents that you see no point in going to school while you have so much stuff to pack. I'll help you Baby Blue."
Wiping the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hands, she nodded slowly. If she could spend two weeks with Matt, and just Matt, then maybe it would be a lot easier for her to move from him. She was lying to herself. "C'mon babe, I'll walk you home."
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