Brand New Horizon

We drove down the familiar road one last time. The rain drops hit the windscreen of the car as I left my old life behind. I wore my favourite blue tank top and dark blue jeans as my mom picked it out last time I went to hers. I'm moving to Louisiana, that's where my mom lives. My mom and dad split when I was 7, they would argue all the time. I would listen to my MP3 player, which they got me as a sorry present, to block out the sound of the shouting. In the end my mom moved away and I stayed with my dad. My mom wanted me to stay with her now that I'm seventeen as I promised her when she left that I would. I used to spend at least one week with her every summer and I still am. Well not anymore.

My step-brother was lying still; fast asleep, next to me. Dudley, who is three, I will miss the most. My step-mom had him with my dad, her names Lila. She's always been like a mom to me like she is to Dudley, a little young I guess but nice enough.

I was only me who was going to my mom's; they were all dropping me off at the airport where I would go from Seattle to Louisiana. My mom has been so excited to be having me home. She told me to bring spaghetti straps for the summer and warm coats for the winter.

My mahogany hair blew in the cold winter air. The airport was crowed of young lovers saying goodbye, mothers saying goodbyes to daughters and husbands leaving there wives. Mine was to say goodbye to my dad.

"Call me when you get there, Hayley." Dave, my dad, said as he let go of our embrace.

I kissed Dudley's head and hugged him close. "I'll see you soon," I whispered in his ear.

"Hayley be safe and have a good flight," Lila said as she kissed my forehead.

"Don't worry about me I'll be fine, Lila"

She raised one eyebrow and I blushed. I let go of our hug and went to go into gate three as my plane has been announced. The flight would take just over four hours, then one hour to get to my moms house. She was picking me up from the airport, with her new husband.

I slept mostly on the flight as I was up all night worrying about what to take. My last night in Seattle had been fun because they gave me a farewell cake that Dudley picked out. They had balloons hanging up at every corner of the living room and all in the kitchen. I was going to miss the good times we had.

My plane boarded the airport in New Orleans where my new life would only be an hour away. My mom met me with Paul (her husband) outside of gate five.

"Welcome home sweetie!" Tilly, my mom, squealed in delight.

"Hi mom thanks."

"Its nice to see you again, you look well," Paul said with a little bit of shyness flickering on his face.

"Yeah it's nice to see you, you look well too."

Paul helped me to put my suitcases in the trunk then I got into the back of the car. The car was a black slick Valks Wagen. I wasn't too sure what type of VW it was, but I knew it was fast. We sped down the freeway in the hot midday sun; the sky was a light blue without a cloud in the sky. I daydreamed most of the way there about the friends that I've left behind at Oakwood High. I don't think that I would miss that many people there as I only started that school six months ago so I'm not upset to see it go.

We finally arrived at the large house on Pembrooke Lane. The outside of it was made out of brown bricks all the way around, so you could tell it was a newly made house. Maybe five years old. It was a new estate they lived on, and now where I'm going to live on. I didn't know anyone around here as I spent so little time in Louisiana.

I took my bags out of the trunk and followed my mom and Paul into the house. The house had changed since the last time I had been here. The hallway floor was cream colored and to the left of there was the living room. It was almost the same but the TV was moved to the west side of the room and the couches sat in the centre. To my left was the kitchen which stayed the same with the breakfast bar untouched.

"Do you want to me to help you unpack your bags?" Tilly asked me.

"No thanks mom, I'll manage." With that I went up the stairs with my bags and into my room.

"Okay, time to unpack," I said to myself, to anyone else it would have been unintelligible.

My room was the same as I left it before, but more tidy as my mom probably cleaned it before I came. The bed was in the far north in the centre of my room with a purple duvet cover on it. My desk was to the right of my room with a computer chair tucked neatly underneath. My bed side table was moves over to the left side of my bed with a small gift on the top. My closet was on the right side next to my desk.

I soon finished unpacking everything and went downstairs to the smell of spaghetti and meatballs.

"Just in time," Tilly said, "Your dinner's just ready."

"Smells good, can't wait!" I replied.

"Grab some forks please, love." Tilly said to Paul.

Paul reached into a draw and got out some knives and forks to put on the table. We then sat down and ate dinner. During dinner my mom asked how my flight was, what my dad was up to now days and how Dudley was. I answered all of these, but when I answered about Dudley it put a lump in my throat. I tried to swallow it down, which it did and carried on eating my dinner.

After dinner I went back upstairs to get everything ready to go to school for the next day. I was going to Chesham High School; it wasn't that far from my moms. It was only a few blocks away. I knew where it was as we drove past it on the way here and it isn't that far a walk.

I took a shower-which is in my own on suite bathroom- and changed into my old sweats that I usually wore for bed and a pink top.

I climbed into bed, not realizing how tired I really was, and fell asleep after a few minutes.