I stared at the empty walls of my empty room while I lay flat on my bed in a empty house thinking about my currently irritating empty life. I kept going through the thoughts in my head…..
Like seriously how difficult was it to listen to your oldest daughter once, at least once in her fourteen years of life? But noooo my parents just had to go and move-worse they just HAD to go and move halfway across the country! Where is the justice in the world?? Could they have at least moved close enough where I wouldn't have to call long distances? Do you KNOW how expensive they can be? Like gosh. Not only that but they had to move to the very place where I despise. America. Psh, come on what's so great about it? They chose New York. NEW FRIGGIN YORK. Ok I admit it, it is kind of cool…. and I'm lucky I convinced them not to move to California, like come on who wants to see a bunch of half naked beach blondes running around?
But seriously, why would anyone want to live in a place where George Bush is the president?! I wish I was back home, Toronto is so much better, heck La La Land is better……
"Natalie! Were home, where are you?!" I heard my mom yell, slamming the door behind her. Great, there back…" Yes ma I'm right here," I replied, barely able to hoist myself off the bed. It never helped that I was quite close to handy capped walking around; I was a walking disaster when it came to anything. I'm probably clumsier than Bella Swan from "Twilight."
I wasn't good at anything apart from reading. Until four years ago came the shock of my life, and my friends', when I was forced to join swimming classes and I was actually able to swim and be GOOD at it, like really good. My mom didn't want me to drown if there was a flood or if my plane crashed in the middle of the ocean. I rolled my eyes remembering there over reactive answer's when I questioned there sanity. Back home I'd made the swimming team even though it's my first year in high school I was close to one of the best swimmers on the team. Too bad I'm not as good on land as I am under water.
"How'd it go?" I asked my mom and sister, coming down the stairs, trying not to trip and fall.
They'd gone around the town looking for the high school I'd be forced to go to, they'd wanted me to come along with them so I could see it along with my sisters but I didn't want to see my personal hell hole just yet. I'd rather keep my brain uncontaminated for as long as possible. It didn't help that I didn't know anybody here. I wasn't familiar with one single person in the whole city apart from my mom and my eight year old sister. How depressing is that?
"It was great!" my sister ran up to me bouncing up and down, barely able to contain her excitement. Well at least someone's happy. " My school is so big! There's a park and a big slide and I saw so many kids playing!!" she was grinning like a candy crazed 3 year old. " And guess what, your school's even bigger than mine!" I gave her a tight lipped smile. I am NOT in the mood to talk to a happy person, why can't the world just end? Luckily she finally saw that I was in one of those moods and quickly got out of hitting or throwing distance by heading into the kitchen. I heard the refrigerator door open, "mom there's no food! I'm hungry!"
"We'll get some later honey," mom said taking off her jacket and heading into the kitchen. I followed her my shoulders hunched at the thought of no food for the next 4 hours. I love food. " We'll get take out," she noticed my pout and I immediately brightened thinking of Chinese food. My favourite.
"So?" I asked, "how was it?" " It's fantastic Nat your going to love it! It's humongous and I saw a bunch of hot guys there, like seriously they were gorgeous." Luckily Kaitlyn was to preoccupied looking for something to eat to hear the ending of mom's statement. Yes I know, she's my mom, why the heck is she talking like she's 15?
My mother had me when she was 16, and Kaitlyn when she was 22. My father left us right after he found out about Kaitlyn. To him he was already,"tied down enough," with mom and me to,"take care of another one." My ass, jerk. Basically we tended to see eye to eye with one another, even though she was strict as hell with me.
"Keep it down!" I hissed. "What?"my mom replied giving me her best impression of a five year old girl caught stealing cookies from the forbidden cookie jar. I shook my head. She can be so...ugh. "Well, as I was saying before your going to love it. It is huge, so much better than your old school, and I hear the curriculum is so much better. They even have a swimming team you can join." Psh, uh huh, right. She was talking like I was actually going to enjoy myself. She knows I didn't want to move here and to make it even worse she's making it sound like Toronto wasn't important. Ya go on rub it in my face tell me how wrong I was, how great it is here and how much better it is then our house. So what if the house were living in is probably the most beautiful house I have ever seen? So what if my mom, my mom, was working with the head honcho of vogue magazine? So what if...-" You start tomorrow." I looked up sharply. That brought me out of my head. "WHAT?!" I quickly got off of the breakfast chair on the side of the long counter, trying to tell myself not to get worked up about it. "Mom," I said trying not to sound as mad as I had with my little outburst. " Why do I have to go tomorrow? We barely just got here." "Oh come on, it's been two day's everything's set up how long do you need?" she asked rolling her eyes. Not everyone is as fast paced as you can be, I thought. " Whatever," I said glaring at her heading up stairs into my room.
Atleast she has the decency not to follow me up here, I thought. What am I going to do? I finally got used to bitchy girls, the difficulty of fitting in which I hadn't even cared to try and started having fun when we had to move in the middle of the year. And that was just Canada. What about here? They probably stuff girls' heads down the toilet and wear skimpy bunny outfits at parties...Replaying scenes from,"Mean Girls," in my head I fell fast asleep, slept through the much anticipated dinner, not knowing what the next day held in store for me...
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Yay! My very first story! How'd you like it?? Much love to Adali who helped me put up the story and explained the many irritating things about actually putting stories and chapters up. Who knew it could be so hard?
Next time on, "Life sucks, doesn't it?
"I couldn't hold back any longer and pretty much blew up."WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! YOU FRIGGIN IDIOT! YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS LAUGH?!" "
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