(A/N:) Hi guys this is my favorite Author and well…. No flames!
"This… is where we're living!" I glanced at my sister who was holding her I-Pod, in one hand and her cell phone in the other. She was gawking at out new house -that wasn't that bad- with a pissed expression. My dad ignored her and commenced in carrying the boxes into the house, while my mom was trying to calm my sister down. I rolled my eyes and went to our pitiful looking jeep grand Cherokee. It had been though many miles in all different directions of North America.
My mom's family and my dad's were like American Gypsies only not really. Both of their families never really stayed in one place for very long. Three weeks to maybe two months tops. So my parent's decided to follow in their footsteps. Insert eye roll. I didn't really care because my parents aren't that bad. We move at least every two years.
My mom's Grand Mother is 'dying'… for the fourth time. She's over dramatic with everything she dose and my mom being my mom decided this time we would move to Tulsa Oklahoma where her grandmother settled and stay there. I didn't mind, but Janey did. Janey my eighteen year old sister that won't get off her lazy but unless there's a sale at JCPennies. She's so annoying but thankfully the house is big enough that I don't have to share a room with her. She complains all the time about the crummy places we live when she could have stayed in Texas –where we had lived last year- she loved Texas; she made a lot of friends majority of them male, and we had a really nice house, and she liked the school. I liked it, but it didn't seem like home.
But this teeny tiny little house kind of did as weird as it sounded. It was a two story, built around the early 60's or late 50's. I picked up a box and walked towards our new home, hopefully it really would be.
The next morning I was so sleepy. I rolled over onto my stomach in my comfy sleeping bag. We had stayed up till one am last night unpacking. And we had finally gotten done. I looked over at the white wall in my new room and sighed. We had the bedframe we were just waiting on my new bed. I smiled at the thought my own bed.
I never had my very own anything. Everything had been hammy downs from my mom or my sister. More my mom than Janey. I hugged my pillow closer to my chest as I heard a bird sing its morning tune. I slowly got up and stretched. "Rose! Breakfast!" I smiled at my dad's voice.
He always seemed so happy, upbeat when he woke up. "John will you shut the fuck up!" I giggled contradictory to my mom in the morning. I opened my door and walked to the kitchen. "Morning." I said gently and sat down. My dad placed a plate of breakfast food in front of me. He kissed my fore head and went back to the stove. I looked at my mom who was reading the paper. I giggled, her hair was in all different directions, with a cup of steaming coffee in one hand, and still in her powder puff pink bath robe. I looked over at my dad who was dressed for work with everything in place.
It was true, opposites attract. "What are you giggling about brat?" I heard the groggy voice of my sister and I slumped in my seat. "Be nice to your sister Jane." I heard my mom say sternly. I smiled to myself and started to eat a strip of bacon.
A few hours later mom and dad went to their new jobs and I started to unpack the rest of our stuff. "ROSEY! I'm leaving!" I rolled my eyes as I heard the bang of the screen door. "Bitch." I pulled out our family albums and placed them in the bookshelf in my room. I was the only one that liked to do memory stuff. My sister just wanted her picture taken and my parents were too busy making out in front of us to really care.
I sighed as I picked up my favorite one. It had pictures of all of our homes that we had lived in the city limit signs, it even had some of my friends in there. I flipped through it and landed on a page that had me a boy grinning like idiots standing in front of six flags. I smiled gently. James was my best friend, and at one point I had a crush on him but I got over it.
I sighed as I closed the book and put it on the shelf with the others. Then I started to pull out more stuff. Like my copy of Gone With the Wind, Tom Sawyer, Huckel Berry Finn. All of the classic. I stuffed them on the next shelf and then put some of my pictures and old stuffed animals on the top. I looked at my room and sighed.
I had blue shag carpeting with cigarette holes in it. A closet, my new bed frame, my blue comforter and pillows were beside it some more boxes were in a corner and a few cans of paint were under the window. I smiled. We were finally staying somewhere. No more moving, no more awkwardness. If only I knew better.