CHAPTER ONE: MOVING IN
As I sit here in the back of my mom's car, the wind blows heavily into my face. I'm off to my Aunt Emily's house in California. We drove all the way from New York. I know what you're thinking.. 'That's really far'. I know. I begged my mother not to take me here, but she refused. She said she had too much stuff in her life to take care of her child. And I don't see why I couldn't just stay with my grandma and grandpa back in New York.
I'll be staying here till next year. I'm even going to school here for one year. I wonder how different it will be. Maybe I can ask my Aunt to homeschool me. Maybe. I don't know what my mother will say to that. You can never tell how my mother feels. She never cries. Well, never in front of me at least. She never shows any affection. Not even love. Not anymore. After my dad left us. More importantly me; I've never met him. My mother always tells me the bad things about him, never the good things. I'm sure he has some good in him.
As we arrive at my aunt's house, I see my Aunt Emily, Uncle Roger, Lauren, Julia, and Kevin. That's there family. And my mother says she can't take care of one child, but my Aunt, her sister, can take care of four?!? My mother is despicable. I don't even want to see her let alone hug her goodbye. My mother just sits in the car while I get out. "Don't I get a hug goodbye?" She asks me. She can see my eyes start to water up. She just says goodbye, honks, then leaves. "What a fantastic mother" I think to myself as my aunt comes up to hug me. My aunt always knows how I feel. She grew up with my mother and then she moved to California to get away from here.
"Alright sweetie. I'll have Kevin and Lauren bring up your suitcases, then you can unpack and get used to your new room. Even take a nap if you wish." My aunt sounds so happy. Almost the opposite of my mother. I walk in and take a look around. I smile and thank my cousins. They just say whatever and go back to texted on their phones. Kevin's 17 and Lauren's 15. They think they're too old to hang out with me; or even talk to me, even though I'm 12.
I decide to go lay on my bed. It's made of memory foam; like in my bed back home. I begin to start tearing up. Then just burst out crying. After about five minutes of crying, I just fall asleep. Just like I would do at home....
CHAPTER TWO IS COMING OUT TOMORROW ;)
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