Let me set the scene for you: Saturday afternoon in late October. It's nice and warm out, so we're in the pool. My sister, Emma is reading "Seventeen" in a yellow and black bikini, despite the ironic fact that she's only sixteen. I'm swimming in a similarly colored tankini. My brother, Mark is home from college for the weekend and has just gotten out of the pool and is currently trying to steal Emma's precious sunglasses from her face without her realizing. She wears them all the time because she thinks her eyes are too small. My mom and step-father Jerry, come outside holding hands. Mom as looking at him nervously and he looks guilty, but excited at the same time.
"Emma, Izzy, Mark, we have some news." Mom said, pushing her brown-blonde hair behind her ear, nervously.
"Oh joy." I said, and got out of the pool. I dried myself off and stood next to my brother and sister. We were all anxious to hear what she had to say.
"Are you pregnant again?" Mark crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow, jokingly. He was very goofy and sometimes annoying. He liked to make everything happy, which was good because he was awesome at ending arguments.
"Mark!" Mom exclaimed, blushing. She and Jerry had probably considered having another kid. "And no, I am not. Four kids? Are you kidding?"
"Divorce already?" Emma shook her head. "I was expecting at least another month!"
"No, not that yet." Mom half-smiled.
"What?" Jerry exclaimed. He widened his eyes, as if they weren't big enough. Emma is jealous of him. He has unnaturally large eyes.
"Silly Jer-Bear." Emma said, using mom's nickname. "She was totally JKing."
"That means just kidding, right? Phew." Jerry sighed in relief.
"Technically, it means just kidding-ing." I pointed out.
"Enough with this silliness! Jerry, will you please tell them the news." Mom sighed, irritated.
"Alright, alright, listen up, gang." Jerry begined. "You know that I'm from the mean streets of New York, right?"
"Yeah." Emma and I said.
"I'm not sure how mean those streets really are. He lives there." Mark muttered. I giggled and Emma rolled her eyes.
"Well, I've really been loving Florida." Jerry continued. "However, I have my life in New York. My friends, some family, my pet fish, Clara, and my restaurant. Week-long visits every month isn't really working out, and my friend Madge can't take care of it all for long, with her kids and all. And the other kids. So how do you all feel about moving to NYC?" He smiles, hopefully.
Back in New York Jerry runs a restaurant. He claimed it was very popular, but we weren't so sure. It was run by him! I was sure that when Madge was running it it was much more fun. He also said that the restaurant was his life, but he can't cook and is horribly clumsy, so I failed to see what he could do to help it. I figured he was one of those owners who sits in the back, watching their employees.
"Well, we have OUR life here." Emma replied. "Family, friends, school, home, the pool..."
"Right. And mom has hers, too." I interrupted.
"Yeah!" Mark agreed. "Work, family, pool..."
"I already said pool!" Emma reminded him, harshly.
"But I love this pool!" Mark (literally) ran into the pool.
"Guys, my life is you." Mom said. "Besides, I think it would be a cool adventure moving to New York!"
"No!" I argued. "It's gonna suck! We don't know anyone, there's no real houses, and it's cold!"
"Isabel, we're moving and that's final." Mom snapped.
"Don't you play the full name card on me!"
"Don't worry!" Jerry assured me. "You'll fit right in! Your sister Emmalyn... not so much." Yes, Emma's full name is Emmalyn. When she was born my mom and dad (who is no longer here, but not dead, as far as we know) couldn't decide between Emma or Lynn, so mom decided to combine them.
"You don't have the right to use the full name card on her!"
"I was just trying to make you feel better."
"C'mon man, no fighting!" Mark said, and gave us each a big wet bear hug.
"Guys, stop protesting. We're moving." Mom ordered. "We have one month until we move and that's final. I know it's fast but Jerry and I have already prepared for many things and we're kind of in a rush."
So it looked like we were moving. Luckily, we all knew the routine. A month would be a little fast, but I guessed it would do because we had the advantage for knowing what to do. This was our fourth move! But this house was the best of them all. I would really miss it, but I glumly walked to the door, too upset to stay in the pool.
"Izzy, why aren't you staying?" Emma said, getting back into her chair.
"I'm pissed." I said, simply. "I'm going inside."
"Alright." She said, and buried her head in the magazine again. "Just remember though, you're not the only one who's sad."
I realized that she was right, and almost walked back to the pool, but I didn't want to have fun. I turned back to the door and walked inside.