I thought that the day couldn't get any worse- my best friend was dating my crush and now I'd lost my best friend altogether- but I found out that it could get worse, much worse.

I walked the rest of the way alone and I couldn’t wait to get home. I pushed the key into the keyhole and tactically twisted it from side to side.

“Hello, I’m home!” I yelled.

“Hello darling!” My dad, Gareth, yelled back from upstairs. He jumped up and galloped down the stairs, “I’ve got some great news, Kat”!”

His face, lit up, looked like a kid in a sweet shop.

“Okay, brace yourself…” He paused for dramatic effect, “I’ve got a promotion!”

“Well done dad!”

“There’s some good news and bad news though. What do you want first?”

“Good news, I could do with some cheering up.”

“I get a pay rise!” He said.

“So now you could get me the really nice jeans that I wanted…”

“Don’t push it, Kat. Okay, now for the bad news, the job’s in London.”

I couldn’t speak from shock. It felt like the room was spinning around me. I couldn’t take it anymore so I jumped up, flew out of the door and ran up the stairs to my room.

I lay on my bed, hugging a photo of me and my mum tightly to my chest. Tears rolled down my cheeks and dripped onto my pillow. I heard a knock on my door and then,

“Can I come in?”

“Kat’s not here right now, please leave a message after the tone, beep!” I said sarcastically.

“Okay, I understand that you’re upset about leaving San Francisco,” Gareth said from outside my room, “but you’ll make new friends in London and…”

“Mum wouldn’t have made me go…” I cried out.

“Well, mum’s not here, I am, and I am making you go,” he yelled.

I burst into uncontrollable tears of hatred then and they wouldn’t stop. I did love my dad and I wanted him to have the job but the price to pay was too big. I would have to leave San Francisco, all my friends and most importantly, Aaron. If I was to move to London now then I would have to do GCSE’s later than everyone else there because they will be prepared and I won’t. I don’t feel like I’d fit in in London, I’m scared that I will be bullied for my accent.

All these thoughts whizzed around in my head making it hard to think straight. I felt so conflicted- I wanted my dad to have the job but I didn’t want to leave San Francisco and that made me feel really selfish. What was I going to do?