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The Oklahoma-Texas Line	By : Tansterz Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Kelly Clarkson Views: 3030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Kelly Clarkson or Carrie Underwood. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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They were getting closer to their destination, the sign they had just passed told her so. She watched the scenery whiz by her in a blur as she tugged her seat belt away from her neck, allowing it to stretch as far as it could go before she released it and let it fall back into its place against her chest and neck.

Her parents had made it entirely too easy for her to hate them. If it wasn’t enough that almost every teenager on the planet were already programmed to hate their parents anyways, hers took that extra step to make sure she never forgot how to. This wasn’t fair, leaving her school and her friends and her life behind in the blink of an eye. None of it was right. This was supposed to be a major year in her life. The year that helped tie up loose ends for her and shape her into the woman she was supposed to become before she was thrust off into the real world. Her summer was supposed to be spent with her girlfriends, hanging out at the local pool, shopping at the mall and scoping out boys; all those normal things besties did together before school started back up. But no, her parents had deprived her of those things and instead of spending what little time she had left of her summer lounging poolside, she had been busy packing up cherished memories she wasn’t ready to let go of.

It was easy for her to blame her parents for ruining her life, because in her mind she was convinced that was exactly what they were trying to do. But there wasn’t anything she could do but go along with it, even though she hated the very thought of moving to yet another small town. She wasn’t sure of what to expect, of what she even wanted to gain out of the move. As far as she was concerned there wasn’t anything that Burleson could offer her that she didn’t already have back home.

"You excited yet?" She heard her mother ask from beside her. She had obviously seen the sign too.

She allowed herself to pull her gaze away from the window long enough to glance over at her mom in the driver’s seat.

"Oh, super excited." She replied with forced enthusiasm.

She heard her mother sigh and watched her loosen the grip she had on the steering wheel.

"You'll fit right in, Care. You're like a social butterfly; you'll be playing volleyball and doing cheerleading again at your new school in no time."

She shrugged her shoulders. "I already missed the try outs for cheer, no big deal though, I didn’t want to do it anyways.”

“Well, there’s always volleyball, sweetie.” Her mom tried.

Carrie couldn’t help but shrug again. “I guess.”

“That attitude won’t get you anywhere, young lady."

Carrie turned her head back towards the window muttering a low "whatever" in the process, and just as before, a layer of silence fell between the mother and daughter.

It took ten minutes from their last conversation ending til now for them to completely and officially enter into Burleson. Ten measly minutes was all it took for everything she knew to officially be gone. Carrie kept her head turned facing the window, observing the town as they strolled down the idle streets.

Great, this is going to be just great. She sighed and placed her elbow up against the window, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. The street her mother had just turned on let her know that they were getting close to reaching their house. A house she had only seen in pictures. She counted down the numbers on the side of the street where their house would be and when she spotted the oversized U-Haul truck parked in front of number 839 she knew they were finally there.

She barely waited for her mother to pull the car into the driveway before she was releasing herself from her seat belt and practically bolting from the car. Leaning against the frame of the car door she took a look at the house in front of her. It was even more ridiculous looking in person than it looked in the photos her parents had shown her months before. They could never just do simple, could they?

“Well it looks like your father and the mover’s are doing well with unloading the truck.” Her mom piped in as she got out of the car.

Carrie simply glanced over the top of the car at her mother before stepping away from the car door and slamming it shut without a word in response. She made her way up the driveway in silence, passing the For Sale sign that lay flat on the ground. When she reached the door she was met by her father whose face lit up the second he saw her.

“You guys finally made it! I know with your mom being such a slow driver and all the drive was longer than it really is.” Carrie laughed because he was right; her mom was the slowest driver on the planet.

She watched as her father crossed his arms and examined her for a second before he spoke again. “Why do I have a feeling that’s the only semi smile you’ve cracked all day with that laugh?”

She shrugged. “I dunno I’m perfectly fine though.” She lied, over exaggerating a smile.

He reached out and gave her cheek a quick squeeze. “Where’s that smile I know my girl has in her?”

She made a face and leaned away from her father’s hand. “Back in Oklahoma.” She replied bitterly, slipping passed him and stepping inside of the house.

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“Hey kiddo, want to tag along with me to pick up some pizza?”

She peered up from the open box of plaques and trophies in front of her and found her father hovering in the doorway of her bedroom. Blinking, she set the cheerleading trophy she was currently holding back into the box and pushed up from the floor.

“Um, I’m actually kind of tired, dad, could we just order out?” She suggested.

She watched the disappointment spread across her father’s face and for the second time that day she knew it had been because of her. Almost immediately she felt the wave of guilt wash over her.

She sighed and tried again. “Really, dad, I’m tired. We can still call out for pizza and I’ll come down and we can eat like one big happy family, I promise. I’m just beat and don’t really feel like leaving the house.” She explained.

He smiled and nodded at her. “Alright, I understand. You want to come down and help me set up the office and game room?”

She shot a quick glance down at the box at her feet and then an even quicker glance around her room that was filled with tons more of opened and unopened boxes. “Sure, I’ll be down in a sec.” The least she could do was help the man out for being a complete pain in the ass earlier and not to mention the last couple of months. She’d get back to setting her room up later.

He smiled at her again and pushed away from the door. “Great, I’ll see you downstairs.” She pressed her lips together tightly and nodded her head, watching him back away from the door and turn to make his way down the hall.
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