[Luke's POV]

I can't believe my parents are forcing me to move. I love all of my friends here and it's almost the end of my senior year so I don't understand why they feel the need to move to the United States. I have no idea how to break this to Katheryn. I just began to fall for her and I was ready to ask her out but I can't now. I don't trust long distance relationships because they always end with someone cheating or something else bad.

*dials Katheryn's number*
"hello?" Says a girl on the other line. "Hey Katheryn I have to talk to you about something. It's really important." "Sure what is it?"
You can hear her voice change and become more hesitant.
" My parents are forcing me to move with them to the United States. We are leaving tonight and I didn't want to leave without telling you goodbye." I can hear her start to cry and my heart sank at the sound.
"Are you still there?" I asked to start up the conversation.
"Ya I'm here, enjoy America." She said and hung up before I could say another word. I put the phone down and cupped my face with my hands. Why did she hang up like that? If she really liked me then she would want to talk it out. I'm really confused but it won't matter after tonight.

I decide to finish packing all of my stuff. I finish within 2 hours. I'm done with school until I get to America so I decide to go say goodbye to all of my friends. The second I see them I begin to tear up. They all gather around me and tell me that they will miss me. Being here with them made me realize how great they are and I don't want to say goodbye. After about an hour we all said our final goodbyes and everyone cried. It was harder to say goodbye to them than to say it to Katheryn.

A few weeks past and it's the day of our flight so I walk around my house to take one last look at everything. It feels like just seconds when my parents call my name to get in the car. I walk out and sit in the car and put my headphones on and blast my music so I don't have to hear my parents. I really don't want to leave. As we drive to the airport I think about all of the memories that I have from each place we pass by. I will always remember the mall downtown the most because that is where I met Katheryn. I remember I was there at Hot Topic with my friend Anthony and we were looking at band shirts when suddenly she walked in. I couldn't help but stare at her and when she noticed I quickly looked away. She walked up to me and we started to talk and that's where things started. We only went on one date which was to the movies but I still had strong feelings for her. When we passed the mall I got sad because it just reminded me that she shut me out after finding out that I was moving. I will never get the chance to see her again and she was ok with that. It hurts so much to think about it.

After a long drive, we finally get to the airport. Now I'm forced to put away my headphones and listen to my parents. My mom turns around and looks at me with sad eyes. "Honey I know you don't want to leave Australia and all of your friends. And I know you are mad at us for making you move to the United States but trust me you will be happy once we get there. Think of it as a fresh start. You can make new friends and maybe find another girl like Katheryn. Or a boy I don't know what you like." "MOM!" I was shocked that she would even consider me gay. I could never imagine dating another boy. It's just a weird thought. But maybe she was right, maybe I did need a new start. I can finally make people see me as the person I want to be seen as. I was tired of people saying that I look like I belong in a boy band or that I'm a wanna be Justin Bieber. I can finally be seen as a punk rocker.

After awhile I decide to forgive my parents. Even though I don't want to leave my friends, I am ready to meet new people and the thought of being in a new country is really exciting. And maybe some girls will fall in love with my accent. We board the plane and I'm happy to see that I have a window seat. I love to look out the window and look at the ocean water from so far up. I just sit in my seat and blast Green Day while staring out the window. This is the longest flight I've ever been on! I start to get antsy after the first five hours of the flight so I keep getting up and going to the restroom just so I have a reason to walk around. People probably think I have a bladder problem but hey I don't care what people think of me. Finally after a few more hours I fall asleep. I wake up with an hour left of the flight and I have never been more excited in my life. The second that door opens I will be starting my new life and I can't wait to see what America looks like.

The plane lands with a pretty hard thump and it kinda hurt but I ignored it. I was too excited to notice the pain. The flight attendant opened the door to the plane and I ran out the door so fast, pushing many people out of the way, I ran straight to a window and looked at the view it wasn't an amazing view but I saw three huge letters that read "LAX". Although I didn't want to leave Australia, I'm just happy that my parents chose to move to California. I really love the beach and there are plenty of beaches here.

The first thing we do when we get out of the airport is call a cab to take us to the car dealership. We choose a nice 2014 BMWi. It's so nice that I'm afraid that if I touch it, I will ruin it.

Finally after an hour drive we get to our new house. HOLY SHIT! This is the nicest house I've ever seen in my life! It's modern and the exterior was made of mainly glass or wood. It was so beautiful! We go inside and it just gets better. We have a giant kitchen and an even bigger living room with a huge flat screen tv! I run upstairs and find my room. It is almost three times bigger than my room back in Australia. It already has a king size bed in it and a tv almost as big as the one in the living room. I don't understand how we can afford this house. I understand that we have a lot of money but i didn't know we have enough to live in a house like this.

I start unpacking while blasting my Blink-182 cd. I start by putting all of my clothes away and then start putting my posters up on my walls and then I put my pictures on my bookshelf. I get to the picture of me and all of my friends. I start to get teared up because of the thought that I'll never get to see them again. I miss hanging out with them and going to the beach. Hopefully I'll find some friends here too. Sadly I have to start school in two days but I am terrified. What if they don't accept me? Maybe they are all going to call me a freak and just laugh at me. I'm starting to wish that I graduated already.