First Impressions Are Always Vital.
It was the start of summer in my new home in England. I was 18, and didn't have a clue how kids my age in England spent their summer. My dad, Charlie, enrolled me into a summer camp as a counsellor. He told me this was the best way to make friends that I was sure I would be able to keep. I don't think he realised that my social skills were drastically low ever since we moved here, purely based on the fact that I was American. I would love to go back to Forks or maybe Phoenix if my dad doesn't want to move back to America.
I guess you are probably wondering why I am living in England right? Well it all started when I was 5 years old. My parents had me just before starting college, thinking that they were in love and would be able to live together forever. Things changed. My parents were arguing and when I was 6 my mum, Renee, couldn't take it any longer and left. I so badly wanted my family to be together, but I knew it was never going to happen. Every summer, I would go to Phoenix and spend it with my mum. She is remarried now, so I hardly ever see her, she's always with that low life of a husband, Phil, who thinks he can replace my dad. Phil is old enough to be my older brother, only because he is 31.
Anyway, enough with my past and on with the present and future. I am never the one to hold grudges. I was in my room packing my bags, when the phone went off. I knew Charlie wouldn't pick up the phone because he was at the police station. I ran down the stairs and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
It was my mum; I hadn't spoken to her since I moved to England.
"Hi mum, how is everything at home? How is Phil?" There was silence on the other end, had I done something wrong. "Everything here is great dear, just missing you too much. Phil is doing great; he played the minor league again yesterday. How is everything in England? Did you make any new friends, any boyfriends?"
Although Renee was my mum she acted more like my best friend, searching for some sort of gossip to talk about.
"Everything is great here mum. I'm missing home too much. Unfortunately I can't come home, wish I could. I really haven't made any friends, I'm still the new girl from America in everyone's eyes, but I'm okay with it, I guess."
"That's a shame hun, but I'm sure you will make friends soon. What's this I hear about you going to a camp as a counsellor? There's a perfect opportunity to make new friends." Renee was speaking to me now as a proper mum should. Concern and respect.
"Mum, you sound just like dad, he said the exact same thing to me. I have to get going though, I have to finish packing before dad get's home so we can head to the camp site. Love you mum. Bye!"
"Bye honey, have fun and call me if you need anything. Tell your dad I said hi."
With that we hung up. I ran upstairs knowing I still had to pack my belongings. I only managed to make a check list and take out my suitcase. Although my parents were divorced they were still friends and kept in contact, they both had faults and realised that they were both to blame for getting married to early. It made me happy to know that they can both accept each other and stay friends, but I think they are only doing it for my benefit.