Author's Note: Sorry it's been so long since I updated! This is going to be a short chapter, but the next one will be a lot better and longer! I promise and I will make it very soon like maybe today, or tomorrow! Thanks to all the reviewers!
Zoë lay in her bed miserably. She didn't want to go to boarding school. She would have to leave everything here.
She picked up the phone from underneath her messy bed and dialed a number. She held it to her ear waiting while it ran three times, then four.
"Hello?" said a deep voice.
"Hey, Luke. This is Zoë."
His voice softened. "Hey Zoë, what's up?"
"Well. I just wanted to tell you that next week I will be leaving."
"Leaving where?" he asked confused.
"Well. Um. My dad sent me to a boarding school for the summer," she said hoping that he wouldn't take it badly.
"That's stupid. Why would he do that?"
"He says I need to meet people my own age."
"Well why can't he just let you do that here?" he asked angrily.
"Maybe he's doing the best he can!" Zoë shouted into the phone.
"Zoë," said Luke his voice getting quieter. "I didn't mean it like that. I just don't want you to go. I will miss you.'
"Well maybe it's best this way," said Zoë, her voice hardening. She hung up. She looked down at the phone realizing what she had just done. She threw the phone at her all and collapsed onto her bed sobbing. "What did I do to deserve this?" she shouted into her pillow.
Zoë quickly stopped as she heard a knock on her door.
"Zoë? May I come in?" came the sad voice of her father.
"Yes," she replied wiping her eyes.
Her father entered and took one look at the messy floor, but quickly walked over to her bed. "Zoë, I am not trying to get rid of you. I love you. I thought this might be best, but if you don't want to go I won't make you."
Zoë thought about it for a moment. "I'll go, dad. I think you're right. I need to get away for a while, and make some new friends."
Her father looked sad at the thought of his baby girl leaving him, but nodded, knowing this was the best thing to do.