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Hey, I've been writing this. Any advice?

This is so frickon typical.

We've been in this town for a week, and my mom already has a boyfriend, Michael, our neighbor. All I've done is lay on my bed, calling my friends and feeling sorry for myself.

I have to admit it, my mom's a hottie, it sounds weird, I know. She was born and raised in Spain, so she's got that foreign beauty look to her. We both have golden skin, chocolate eyes, and wavy, black hair – but my mom looks more like a goddess than a human.

We moved here, Maryville, Utah, because mom needed a new "atmosphere." She's a writer, a romantic novelist if you want to be picky, and she always gets these weird writer vibes that tell her which way to go in life – don't ask me.

So for me, living in New York City since birth, was pretty miserable when I found out we were moving to a flipping cow town. I probably would've murdered my mom if she wasn't so awesome – yeah, my mom's pretty cool, she lets me do whatever I want, and trusts me.

And my dad? Not a very long story for him. He left when I was four, and I haven't heard from him sense. I can't even remember him, so it's not that bad.

I was laying on my bed on Sunday night, texting Alyssa, my best friend from "what used to be" home.

"JULIET!" Mom yelled, in her Spanish accent. My mom's the only one who ever calls me Juliet. Remember, she's a romantic novelist? Guess where the name came from. Everyone else calls me Julie.

"What?" I grumbled, not looking up when she walked into my room.

"Are you doing anything tonight?" She asked, stumbling over the unpacked boxes scattered around the floor.

"Actually, my whole night's planned." I answered sarcastically, "What do you think, mother?"

She rolled her eyes, hands on her hips, "Yeah, yeah. But I was wondering if you wanted to go out with Michael and I tonight."

"No thanks," I answered almost instantly, sitting up on my bed.

"It's at your new school, the one you have to go to on Monday. Remember? We're going to the basketball game."

"Mmmm," I answered, half listening.

"Apresúrese y sea llegas," Mom answered, out my door in a matter of seconds. She told me to hurry up and get dressed, which meant there was no way out of this.

Great. I'm going to my new school, with my mom, her boyfriend, on a date. This would be… fun.