"Julie! Hurry up or we'll be late for our flight!" That's my mom. She tends to scream the things that she has to say a lot. That's probably why she got fired two weeks ago. You see, my mom worked at the hospital as a nurse. That doesn't mean she's very friendly, she's actually very temperamental and it doesn't take much to set her off. One of the patients asked her to get more blankets and she screamed how he doesn't need any because it's summer. That was the day she got fired. Her boss said she was upsetting too many patients with her constant yelling, so he let her go. Because of that, she decided that we move to a smaller town for a new beginning. The small town of Coupeville, Washington.
You're probably wondering who I am. My name is Julie Lockhart. I live with my mother Cynthia Lockhart in Los Angeles, California while my dad, David Smith, left us when I was younger. That's all I know about him. My mom won't tell me where he lives. I have natural blonde hair that cascades down my back in loose curls. My eyes are a piercing blue that my mom says I inherited from my father, for her eyes are a dark brown. I'm 5'4" and around 110 pounds. I guess you could say I dress like any other teenager out there. You probably won't see me smiling much considering the fact I have braces.
"Coming mom!" I yelled right back. I grabbed my backpack and went downstairs. As I reached the doorway, I turned around and looked at my now empty room one last time. Sixteen years in this room and now I have to say goodbye. Oh well, I guess that's life. I shut the door and walked downstairs to put my bag in the car and help my mom with the rest of the luggage. The moving truck took all our furniture yesterday and are currently on their way to Washington so we had to sleep on air mattresses that our neighbors lent us last night. Once I got down there I was met by my very impatient looking mother dragging two suitcases behind her.
"About time! We have to get going or else we'll be late! Here, grab one of these suitcases, they weight a ton!" She told me as I reached out to help her. I grabbed my Yorkie, Zuzu, and my stuffed bear that my two best friends Hector and Tina got me and went out to my Uncle's car to put the bags in. He'll be dropping us off at the airport seeing as we already shipped our cars to Coupeville.
After we got to the airport and went through baggage check , we had about ten minutes to get to our gate, which was on the other side of LAX. After my mom yelled very loudly about how we're going to miss our flight, I ran to our gate like she wanted me to just to shut her up. We made it to security out of breath and with two minutes to go. We made it to our shuttle right as they were calling for us to board the plane. After we got our carry ons put away we sit in our seats by the window and my mom fell asleep as soon as her head hit the back of the chair. Well there goes two hours of talking to my mom. I sighed, put in my iPod, and looked out my window as the plane took off. Goodbye California.
