"Mom!" Cara yelled down to her mother who was blasting the television in her bedroom, "Can you turn it down? I'm on the phone!"

"Sorry honey!" her mother yelled, and the volume quickly faded.

"Uh! I can't belive that they are transfering me to Oklahoma!" Cara listened in as Lauren, her best friend, complained back to her.

"I know! You can't go, Cara! It wont be the same without you! Just tell those stupid scouts or whatever to take their offer and shove it!"

It was mid-June and school had just been let out. Cara had recently competed in a national dance compitition and won first prize. Unfortunatly that ment that scouts from all over the country were watching her like a hawk, arguing who will get her in their dance studio. Jack Roper, her agent, had told her the best dance schools were in Oklahoma, and if she wanted to get a start on her career, she would choose that way. Naturally, her mother took things into her own hands and told him they would be down there on the 16th, a week after school closed.

"Lauren, this is the rest of my life at stake! I mean, I know it sucks that I am leaving, but Jack says this is the right thing to do. I just can't belive that this day has come. When I found out it seemed like forever until I really had to leave. You should see this house, Lauren. It is completly filled with boxes. I don't even know where my CD player is!"

Cara was right. Her house was swarming with boxes. The moving men had come early that morning and taken the furniture while her and her friends stuffed things into places without caring what happened. That was the last time she would see her friends, and she was gonna make the best out of it.

"Ha ha! Lord knows you can't live without your music!" teased Lauren.

"Oh, and you are one to talk!"

Cara and Lauren went on for a while until the doorbell rang. Still on the phone, Cara ran to open the front door, somewhat surprised to see her uncle, Brent. Even though she knew that he was there to drive them to the airport and load the boxes onto cargo with his monserous black truck he has had for 20 years.

"Mom!" Cara yelled as she let her Uncle Brent inside. "Uncle Brent is here!"

"Oh, no!" said Lauren, understanding what was going on. "You are leaving, aren't you?

"Yep. I will really miss you, Lauren!"

"I will miss you, too! You have my address, right?"

"Yes, I do."

How could she forget it? She had loved her good-bye present from everyone. It was an address book, with little notes and pictures published into it. She would never loose it.

"Okay, call me when you get settled, and tell me what it's like, okay?"

"Sure thing. Bye Lauren."

"Bye Cara. I'll miss you!" And Cara hung up.

Just then Cara's mom, Robin, stormed into the living room.

"Brent! I am so glad you are here! Our flight leaves in 45 minutes!"

"Don't worry," Brent tried to calm Robin, "I will finish up here. I see the telivison still needs packing."

"I couldn't lift it myself!" Cara belted, sounding rude, even though she wasn't trying to be. Maybe a first for her.

"It's okay! I'll get it! Just make sure you don't miss your flight!"

Robin, while she was searching for something, tiped over a box and heard a shatter. "Damn!" she cried as she lifted the box back to it's correct position. "Those were my champainge glasses I got for my wedding!"

"Well, maybe they are better that way." Brent mumbled, more to Cara because he knew her parents spliting up was a touchy subject for her mother.

Cara nodded. Ever since her parents split up, when she was four, her mother always got an attitude when anything about Bill, her father, was mentioned. She was just anctious to get out of her house, which wasn't much like a house anymore, and get to wherever she was going. All she wanted to do was dance. That is the one thing she stuck to through all of her years on earth. She quit the piano because after playing the same song every day, it got boring. She quit Cheerleading because she hated being a topper and having the fear that something would go wrong, and she would go tumbling to the ground. She quit modeling just last year because the company, Mic Mical's Modeling Inc., said that her blonde hair, blue eyed, 90 lb, 5'2" figure was not what they were looking for. But dancing was different. Ever since her mother signed her up for lessons at age three, she had loved it. She was glad that she decided not to quit after all these years. And now, according to the National Dance Commitee, her, Ms. Cara Johnson, was in fact one of the best dancers in the nation.

"Cara, do you have everything you need for the flight?" her mother questioned.

"Yes," she replied, "It's all in the car. Stop freaking mom. Everything will be alright!"

"Yea!" Brent chimed in. "Don't worry. I will make sure it all gets to you. Now go or else you will be late. I will see you guys up there tomorrow morning to unpack."

"Thanks." Robin sounded more relaxed now. She gave Brent a kiss on the cheek and walked out to go start the car.

"Take care of her tonight. I don't want to have to drive her to the hospital when I get up there for a heart attack, or something!"

"I will, Uncle Brent." Cara hugged her favorite relitive in the world. "See ya tomorrow!" And with that, Cara and Robin took off for the airport, Cara looking back one last time to see the house fade in the distance.