"Are we arrived?" I asked bored from the passenger seat. My british accent echoed in the car
"Not yet" my mom answered keeping driving. I, obviously, snorted not happy with the answer.
"Ok, so when?" I replied. My mom turned my way, "When what?". I rolled my eyes and snorted, again
"Are you kidding me? When will we arrive?"
"Ehi kiddo, watch your mouth with me!" She lifted an eyebrow
"Seriously? Are you giving me the mommy voice, that, you know, never worked with me?"
"Yes, I am" she answered proudly. I turned my head to the window rolling my eyes. "And that's my cue to just ignore you. And please, if you want to talk to me, just don't" I saw in the reflex my mom snorting, but then smiling. My relationship with her was like every relationship with a parent: one minute best friends and suddenly just ignoring and screaming to each other. Like I said, normal. We were from Winchester, city of the Hampshire, in England. My mother found job in Beacon Hills Hospital, in California, United States. In the New World. Wow, amazing. Not.
I didn't want to leave my city, my friends, but, you know, when you have to follow parents like a lost puppy it's hard to stay in one place if they keep moving.
"Are we arrived?" I asked another time.
"Jesus, no, we're not. It's like the other hundred times that you asked. We are not arrived! Do I have to spell it?" my mom raised her voice exasperated
"Ehi ehi, there's no need to yell. I'm right here, I can hear you" I replied sassy
"Apparently no, because you're doing the same question over and over again. And guess what Matty, nothing changed" she said
"Ok, you're the boss" I mumbled
"Did you say something?" she asked. I smiled innocently, "Nope"
After an half hour we were approaching the signal "Welcome To Beacon Hills" and I was listening to music while my mother was talking believing I was listening to her. Poor woman.
Suddenly I saw a deer in the middle of the road running like it was crazy towards us.
"MOM WATCH OUT!" I shouted. She managed to avoid the animal and she kept driving while I was panting still scared
"Sweetheart, are you ok?" my mom asked pulling over and taking my faces in her hands watching me in the eyes
"I'm fine mom. Just a little scared. What... what happened?"
"I don't know darling. It just came out of nowhere. But you are okay, right?" she repeated
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine, I told you. Can we just go home?" I asked. She stared at me a little more, then she turn the key car, "Yes darling. Now we go home" The rest of evening we unpacked the boxes that were arrived the day before and then I went to bed. I thought about the deer and what could have scared that animal like that, because I saw in its eyes. It was scared like hell. I got up and walked to my books shelves and I took one. The one that I read over and over again. The first that my mom gave me telling me that it was of the family. I blew to make the dust go away and then I caressed the cover. On giants letters was written Supernatural: Every creature of the night. I just hoped that it wasn't the case, because after England, my mom and I promised that we were done hunting, even if it was the family business, but I wasn't sure that I could just stay away if it was right under my nose.