"But I don't see the reason you want to leave so badly…"My mom protested as she drove to the airport. Hi, The Name's Aleena, but most of the people I know call me Ally. And I'm sure you wanna know the story and why we're driving to the airport. I'm 14, and my mom and dad? Recently divorced….well…my mom is. My dad remarried a couple months ago to a girl that I'm not really fond of, but she tries hard to get me to like her…too hard. She gets annoying after a while. I couldn't stand living with my mom in Chicago anymore... Chicago was so busy, and most of the time sunny. Just not my type of place. Besides that my mom was so…optimistic and that drives me nuts. So I was gonna go live with my dad for a while in Massachusetts. If I liked it, I stayed; if I didn't…..I'd find somewhere else. I couldn't stand the sun any more…."Aleena are you even listening to me?" my mom rudely interrupted my thoughts, another thing that drove me nuts about her."Yeah mom.." My mom, Julianne, never listened. Always wanted things her way, one of the many reasons her and my dad split up. She could never see things from someone else's point of view. "Aleena!"
"What?!"
"Please Tell me why you want to leave!"
Because I can't stand your constant happiness anymore….
"Because I want a change…"
She pulled into the airport parking lot and stopped the car. I quickly shot out and got my stuff out of the back of the truck. I didn't have much. Only a small carry-on with my usual things. My IPod, my PSP, you know stuff to do on the plane. And my cargo bag was a simple suitcase. Chicago was pretty warm except for winter, so I just packed my winter clothes and a few summer and spring clothes to sleep in, and just in case there was a sunny day. I highly doubted I would go outside anyway. Only to go to school. Great, another thing to look down on.
"Are we ready?" my mom sadly asked me as she took my cargo bag.
"Ready as I'll ever be…." I just wanted to get out of this place and the crowded airport. Onto the quiet plane where no one would bother me, and I could just sink into my thoughts. My mom nodded once and we were on our way to the plane.
It was a 3 hour flight, and I was getting tired. But the plane finally landed and we walked into the large airport after we got my cargo bag, and started looking for Richard, err, my dad. My mom says I can't call him Richard to his face because it's disrespectful or some crap like that. Sadly, my family was kind of old fashioned…or my mom was…my dad was the cool one.
"There they are. Call me whenever you can. Promise?" my mom looked at me with tear-filled eyes. Tears, my weak spot.
"I promise." And I left to my dad and Kate without another word to my mom.
"How was your flight?" My dad casually asked. We weren't big on emotions in our family, although again, my mom was. I loved my dad, but I wouldn't show it much. He knew I loved him, and I knew he loved me. We said our hellos and Kate gave me a rib-breaking hug. I suppose I was lucky she wasn't as strong as my dad, or she just might have broken one of my bones. I hugged back politely, but not too much, hugs weren't my thing. She finally let me go and we walked into the rain, to my dad's Mercedes and put my stuff in the trunk. All this time I had my IPod in my ears, not taking them out once. We all got into the car and shut the doors tightly, and my dad drove off into the foggy rain. We conversated for only a short period of time, because I was tired and wanted to listen to my music. So when the conversation ended, my IPod went on, and my eyes closed for a short period of time to get the feeling of the cool air, and not the blazing heat of the sun.
