I went home and worked on homework until around noon, finishing an essay for English class. Then I went to the sandwich place that Dad had been talking about. By the time I got there, it was about fifteen minutes until Dad told me to be there, but my parents were already sitting at a table, cups of coffee before them, talking. I walked over to the table and sat down, and they both looked up at me, a bit startled to see me, but smiling. &quot;Josephine, your father and I want to talk to you about something,&quot; my mom said, still smiling. Now however, the smile seemed a little bit different. Excited, yes, as she traded a look with my father, but also nervous. It reminded me of the last time they had to tell me something. When we moved. Oh God, we were moving. I had the best friend possible, I'd spent much of the night before making out with a guy that seemed really nice, and things were working out. And we were moving. Why? 2008-03-04T01:06:18Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/22373 <p>NO!!!!!!! I FORBID YOU !!!!!! EVEN THOUGH YOU ALREADY SEQUELED IT !!!!!</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/22373?basename=45426 2008-03-04T01:06:18Z Sailor Emo http://ficlets.com/authors/live_2_love <p>NO! NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO !<br />crud. that sux.<br /> WAH . <strong>goes off to cry in corner</strong><br />Anyway, good twist, however frustrating it may be. lol.<br />it&#8217;s interesting that she knows the look on her mom&#8217;s face so they don&#8217;t even have to tell her.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/22373?basename=43557 2008-02-24T19:28:04Z Dreamer http://ficlets.com/authors/dreamer