• Parker started tapping his pencil on his desk. He poked his best friend Sam's side and pointed to the clock. It was 2:55. Five more minutes untill their two week break started. Sam had dark brown eyes, black side-swept hair, thin eyebrows, and barely noticeable freckles. Sam grinned and pointed to the student teacher's butt. Parker punched his arm, and he snickered. Parker rolled his eyes.

    Mrs. Klesneck was glaring at them from behind her desk. Her red hair was in a beehive style on top of her head. A few strands were grey. She had retangular, black rimmed glasses. Her clothes made her look like she thought the 60's were back. She was pretty much the meanest teacher in the high school. And, of course, she taught Parker and Sam's last hour in school.

    The student teacher, Miss Reed, but they called her Michelle, had curly bleech blonde hair, blue eyes, and a charming smile. She was only 20, so almost all the guys thought they had a chance with her. Yeah, right.

    She stood in front of the class and gave that heart stopping smile of her's. "Well, it's our second favorite break this year, winter break. Both Gurdy, I mean, Mrs. Klesneck and I will miss every single one of you," Michelle said sincerly. Then, Mrs. Klesneck left the room. Michelle made sure the coast was clear and sighed.

    "Okay, guys, she's gone," Michelle smiled. Everyone started talking and laughing. Then, the bell rang. Everyone started to leave. On the way out, Michelle told them not to eat too many cookies.

    Parker was running down the hall with Sam. "Bye school! See ya in 2010!" Sam yelled laughing. Parker screamed when he got outside.

    "What?" Sam asked.

    "Nothing, I just needed to get that out of my system," Parker said grinning.

    "Hey, want to come to my house and play the x-box?" Sam asked.

    "Can't, remember, I'm going to Montana tomorrow, I need to pack. We are going to the Ski Lounge my grandma owns," Parker said sadly. "I asked my mom if you could come, she said we don't have enough room in the truck, so I guess you'll have to entertain yourself."

    Sam sighed pathetically. It was one of those things Sam does to get Parker to do something. Parker put his hand on Sam's shoulder. "Not this time," Parker said smiling. Sam grabbed a snowball and threw it at Parker.

    Parker didn't see it in time. It hit him in the gut. Sam really had some arm, that's why he played baseball. Parker bent over and held his gut. Parker recovered quickly and being the bad thrower he was, he missed Sam and hit Mrs. Klesneck.

    "Run!" Sam yelled. They both ran laughing. "Let's hope we don't get a detention when we get back!" Sam laughed. They both slowed down and jogged at the same pace.

    They eventually walked to Parker's house. They sat on the porch and Parker got them some hot chocolate. It was silent except for the songs from birds and the barks from dogs. A couple minutes later, the phone rang. Parker waited for a couple second, thinking his mom would get it. "Parker dear, would you mind getting the phone?" His mom yelled from the attic.

    "Yes I would," He said.

    "Just get it!" She said aggrivated. Parker groaned and walked to the phone, Sam following close behind. He grabbed the phone and looked at the caller ID. Grandmother.

    "Hey Grams," Parker said. Then, he heard a bark.

    "Parker, I know you aren't a dog person, but I found this adorable huskey. She has these lovely green eyes, and a grey and white coat, and best yet, she house-broken!" Grandmother started begging. Parker groaned.

    He had never been fond of dogs, any other animal he loved, but dogs just hated him. And every dog he liked got hit by a car or ran away within the same month. So the Davis's gave up on dogs. Now, they have two cats.

    "Grams, can't you give it to the pound?" Parker asked.

    "No! I could never do that! They kill them after a week in our pound anywho," Grandmother opposed. "And, I've already named her. Her name is Liberty. Cute, huh?"

    He rolled his eyes. "Is your mom busy?" Grandma asked.

    "Mom! Phone!" Parker yelled upstairs to the attic. Parker waited a couple seconds until his mom picked up the phone upstairs. Parker hung up and went back outside.

    "What's wrong?" Sam asked him. Parker looked down and sighed.

    "I just, don't want to go to Montana anymore. I'll be alone, and the dog will be my only friend, and Grandmother is starting to lose it, and it's even colder than Wyoming," Parker stared at nothing, trying to think of a pro.

    Then, Parker's mom arrived at the door. "Hey, you need to start packing, tell Sam goodbye."

    Parker sighed and looked down. "You heard her," Parker said grumpily. Sam nodded and said his last goodbyes. He walked down the sidewalk and up the street to his home. Parker walked inside and upstairs to his room.

    Parker's room had navy blue walls and wooden flooring. A big rug was in the middle of his room so you could barely see his flooring. He had a couple pictures and posters on his wall, and one window that showed his backyard and the neighbors behind him. He had a blue bunk bed, a bedside table, a dresser, his electric guitar, and his bookshelf. It was full of books, but it was only there for looks. All the books were books like War and Peace and Harry Potter. Books he'd never read in his life.

    He didn't have much to pack, just clothes really. But he had to help pack his little brother Andrew's clothes and baby things. Packing wasn't very enjoyable, but it kept him busy.

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    The next morning, Parker's mom and dad threw all their suitcases in the bed of our truck. Parker was kicking around an old soccer ball he found under his bed. "You know son, you could be helping too," His dad said. Parker continued to kick the soccer ball.

    "I know." was all Parker said. His dad rolled his eyes and made sure nothing would fall out on their way to Montana. Parker's mom picked up Andrew and helped him into the tall truck. Parker noticed Mom getting in the Ford, so he grabbed his soccer ball and threw it into the bed of the truck. Mom opened her door so he could open the back one.

    "Why do I have to go in back? I always get shotgun," Parker whined. Mom gave him a look that said "Not today". Parker groaned and climbed in the truck's claustrophobic backseats. He didn't have any elbow room because Andrew was leaning on him.

    Parker's dad shifted the truck into drive and the engine roared. After half a second, the truck started to drive and they began their long, torcherous journey to Montana from Wyoming.