Chapter 1

Spencer looked around her apartment in disbelief as her dad, Arthur and her mom, Paula began packing everything up and taking them off the walls. The place she called home for 16 years of her life would be nothing else but a memory. A tear ran down her face as she would soon have to part with the place where she made most of her dreams come true.

"Why, Dad?! Why do we have to move? I love it here. My friends are here. My life is here everything I’ve ever accomplished happened here. It’s my Junior year in high school. Captain of the cheerleading team, Honor Society, Homecoming queen and Prom queen are freakin’ bound to be mine. Can we stay till I graduate?," Spencer whined.

"No," Arthur began. "Sweetheart, my job is transferring me to New York for 3 times the pay I receive here. You can get all those things at a better school in New York."

"Besides," Paula chimed in, "it’s effective immediately. So I suggest you go pack your things, or we will leave them here for the next owners to have."

Spencer began crying and screaming and ran up to her room. It really isn’t fair. I worked so hard for these things to have them taken away. I can’t believe this. She just started tossing random things into boxes.

Arthur listened in.

"Jesus, Paula. You’d think she’d be happy I’m making more money the way she spends it on Prada bags and Fendi shoes."

"She’s daddy’s little angel. What she wants she gets. She’s not used to you saying no," Paula mocked in a sarcastic voice.

Arthur and Paula began laughing as they pack up the rest of the things in the living room.

The next day, Spencer had to go to school to get her transfer papers and tell her friends goodbye, because as of 11pm tonight, she’d be on a private jet flying across the US.

The cheerleading squad gave her a going away cheer.

The national honor society gave her a pin.

The jocks looked at her ass as she walked by. "That’s a hot piece of ass we’re going to lose." one of the football players said, as all the guy on the team nodded in agreement.

Spencer thought she was done with everything when she walked off the grounds.

"HEY SPENCER," A voice yelled in her direction.

"Huh?" She turned around to see who was running her way. She saw Kyla running in her direction, a half-asian, half-spanish young woman.

"What’s up, Ky?"

She embraced Spencer really hard. "I’m going to miss you! Here." She hands Spencer a paper. Spencer looks at the paper and Kyla laughed.

"Spence, it’s a screenname and email. To keep in touch since long distance is such a bitch to pay for."

"GREAT!" Spencer adds the name to her DVF sidekick. "Now I’ll always have you close to me."

"Thanks, maybe someday I’ll come visit you in your big fancy house in New York."

"I’d love that."

Kyla and Spencer gave each other huge hugs and promised to keep in touch. Maybe moving for Spencer wouldn’t be such a big deal. Her friends at home still had love for her. So if anything after school was over she could come back to Cali and be the rich little bitch she always picture herself to be.

She came back home to a packed Uhaul truck and her parents standing side by side embracing each other looking at the place they raised their children and had most of their memories. Their wedding in the backyard. The day Glen came home from the hospital. The day Glen tortured Spencer when she first came home. The Christmases. The New Years.

They were ready to make the biggest change of their lives. New York, get ready for the Carlin’s, Spencer thought.