"We're moving," my mom announced with a serious look on her face. She could've dropped a bombshell, like "You're adopted" or "We're really vampires" and I couldn't have felt any worse than I did just then. This was the first time that I heard these words. Not knowing the exact meaning of “moving”, I stared at her blankly. But as each letter clicked in to my head, I suddenly began to understand. This meant that my friends would no longer be friends but more like distant acquaintances, my school would no longer be called Rose Fields High, and my favorite teacher’s name wouldn’t be Mr. Vandenberg. Everyone was silent for a moment, and all I could hear was the ticking of our wooden clock, and the crackling of the fireplace. I heard my older brother start arguing viciously with my parents. A vase shattered to the ground, and bits of glass went flying everywhere.

“Go to your room! NOW!” my dad yelled sternly.

“You’re ruining my life!” my brother yelled back, and ran angrily up the stairs.

My brother was easily one of the most popular kids at school, with his golden blonde hair, blue eyes, and big muscles. But he always seemed to be fighting with my parents. I don’t remember a day without them arguing over his grades, or how his clothes was inappropriate, or even how he shouldn’t eat in the living room. I, on the other hand, was a goody-too shoe (or so everyone told me, and even though I didn’t want to admit it, I knew it was true). Although we looked alike, my brother and I were polar opposites.

Still sitting on the sofa, I realized that I had misinterpreted these words. My life would never be the same.

“Honey?” I heard my mom say, in a calming voice.

“City? State? Far?” I stuttered, thinking of every possible place we could be moving to.

“Sweetie, we’re moving to Brooke Haven, Maine.”

I sat silently, my face pale as a ghost’s. No, no, no, no. Across the entire united states from Portland, Oregon was too much. What would we be doing in an tiny city like that? Would there even be a mall? A movie theater? A freaking Wall Mart?!

“You can’t do this!” I screamed, anger boiling up inside of me.

But unfortunately my parents’ minds were made up. And you see, when my parents made up their minds, there was no turning back. They were also those kinds of parents that have sadistic tendencies, like, embarrassing their kids in front of their friends, bringing clowns to their birthday parties, and flirting with their teachers.

Okay so you get the drift. It happens to a lot of people. Parents get new jobs, family needs you, ectera ectera. But for this family, it's the worst thing that could happen to these two kids. The older brother, popular, not to smart, but with a temper, won't be able to play his senior year on HIS football team. And as for our younger sister, she gets to start over as if it's freshman year all over again.

So here's the characters I need:

Daughter||Sophomore||FC: Aly Michalka {Reserved for LoonyLunaLoo}


Son||Senior||FC: Alex Pettyfer


Daughters Love Interest||Graduated (Meets him at her new job)||FC: Alex Evans


Sons Love Interest||Freshman||FC: Dakota Fanning


Sons New Best Friend||Graduated (meets him at a party)||FC: Channing Tatum


Daughters New Best Friend||Junior||FC: Allison Harvard





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