Chapter Two – Moving
As he kissed my forehead, I gave him one last look as he stared
back at me with frightened eyes. My mother, tapping her foot
impatiently, rolled her yells yelling out the window.
“Hurry the fu*k up!” According to my dad, he
didn’t take that very nicely. While he lifted his little
lovely finger, that every person seems to enjoy using.
“Take care now, I’ll see you soon.”
Giving me one last hug, he let go walking back to his car.
Jumping into my mother’s car she had the radio blasting,
while she took no care to storm out of the driveway. I gripped my
cat in her small carrier, since she was the only animal I was
able to bring with me.
After a long, boring, four hour car ride, I stomped down the
hallway, flopping onto my old bedroom set. My mother, having no
respect, barged right in, “Hey sweetie! Schools in one
week! Are you ready?”
“Yeah..mom.” I spoke quietly staring down at my
“Unpack your things! You’ll have to work for your
money here; we’re not lazy like you were with your father!
Here I’ll make you into a mature adult.”
I wanted to smack her. She walked out of my room, closing the
door almost slamming it. I sighed to myself, pulling my laptop up
close to me. I couldn’t help but barge onto face book like
almost any teenager would with a broken heart, and stalk his
profile page. As I browsed through all the old memories of us, it
brought tears to my eyes. Like, the one time we went to watch the
sunset, as he placed his arms around me, kissing me gently with
those soft three words, “I love you.”
I didn’t realize I was crying until I shut down my laptop,
placing it on the floor. One week until my first day of
high-school. No friends, new bullies, loner. Words roamed my
mind, especially the one word “Bully.” I was already
known as “Scene, Punk, Goth, Emo” at my old school,
would this one be worse?
Before I went off to bed I checked my phone for any unread
message. Of course, there wasn’t anyway. I found myself
crying to sleep, once again, this wasn’t new. It mostly
became a habit, now, ever since I’ve been doing it so much,
you could almost imagine it an every night process.