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Today was the day my family was officially moved from Joplin, Missouri, to our new "home" in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I was extremely upset with our move, Joplin is my home. It's where I said my first words, took my first steps, smiled for the first time, and all those moments that are irreplaceable in anyone's life. I moved to Tulsa with my Dad, and my big brother, Benjamin, who I call Ben. My lucky mother got to stay in my beloved Joplin. My parents went through a nasty divorce trial, and my Father won all rights to Ben and I. I was mostly happy – My Mother is a drunk, and she's not a happy drunk, either. However, I do love my Mom and I would hate to see anything bad happen to her.
I was unpacking my belongings when my brother walked in my room. He looked at me for a real long time, then said "Jazzy, what are you doing?"
"Unpacking my shit, what else?" I replied with, angrily. It was so obvious what I was doing. I stopped unpacking and sat on my un-made bed, with my arms crossed, staring at the wall.
"Come on Jasmine, don't be that way", he asked, in a tone that made him seem helpless. "I'm sure you'll like Tulsa."
"Yeah, well I don't want to like Tulsa."
"Trust me, I don't want to either, but we're going to have to learn how to. We're stuck here for a long time." He replied with.
I made no response, and just kept staring at the wall. I was livid. I had so much stuff I wanted to say, but just couldn't. Everything was just bottled up inside of me, with no way to get out. It was awful.
"I guess we are. I just want to move back to Joplin. I hate it here, and I'm sure I always will." I finally managed to say, trying to hold back tears. How embarrassing.
I could tell Ben was upset, and I felt awful because I thought I made him feel that way. I will be the first to admit, I can be a stubborn, hot headed, low tempered son of a bitch at times. You could ask any of my family, I bet they would be the first to agree. But I'm also a happy go lucky, enthusiastic girl too. I don't know, I've always thought I was bipolar or something.
"I'm going to make both of us love Tulsa. I promise." He said, whole-heartedly.
I smiled at how sincere Benjamin sounded. He and I are closer than anyone else in the family. I swear, we can tell each other everything. I am beyond words with how proud I am to have him as my family, he truly is the best brother ever. I don't know what I would do without him, especially here in Tulsa, I'm sure I would something utterly stupid if he weren't. A tear made it's way down my cheek, leaving a path of water as it rolled down, and fell onto my shirt, As I thought this was going to be the first promise he just couldn't keep.
"All right, Benjermen." I responded with, smiling.
"Benjermen? You haven't called me that since you were about five years old!"
"I know." I said, grinning.
He then pulled me into a hug and said "It's going to be okay, Jazzy. After your done unpacking some stuff, do you wanna come with me to the Nightly Double? I heard it's a movie theatre or something, I guess we could find some friends or some people to hang out with there. Savvy?"
"Why not." I replied.
With that, I continued unpacking my stuff. I was on to knick knacks and old pictures. Boy, does time fly, I thought. Looking through old pictures of Joplin made me feel homesick. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw almost ancient pictures of Ben and I, eating birthday cake, laughing and giggling. Or blowing bubbles, having a contest to see who could blow the bigger bubble. Or maybe it was a picture of me and Ben dressed up for Halloween one year – Me Alice in Wonderland, and him the White Rabbit? Yeah, that was most definitely it, I thought as I silently giggled to myself. I realized then, that I was one hundred percent done unpacking, and my room was complete.
After that, I took a quick shower. I'd like to say "quick", but truth is, it was probably thirty to forty five minutes. I always love the warm feeling I get when I take a nice, hot shower, and I can never seem to stop myself from staying in for less than fifteen minutes. When I got out, I put on some black jeans, my wonder woman shirt, and a tye dye hoodie. I have red hair, with blueish green eyes, and almost porcelain skin. I wear makeup, not lots, but sometimes I go real crazy with it, but I decided not to, at least today anyway.
"Ben! Are you ready?" I asked, anxiously.
"Yeah, one second!" He yelled from across the hall.
He came out wearing a regular white T-Shirt, blue jeans, and some black boots. With that, we started walking to The Nightly Double. It wasn't a very long walk, maybe a few blocks. I had the feeling someone was watching us, I knew it couldn't possibly be true, and when I asked Ben if he had the same feeling, he replied with "You're just paranoid, Jazzy. We're almost there." We arrived, only to turn around and realize there was, indeed, a blue mustang following us. Shit, I thought. The boys driving it looked rather swanky, wearing sweater vests and cardigans, and pants that reached their ankles. I laughed, silently. Then, I gave my brother a "told-you-so" look, to which he glared at me.
"What do we have here, fresh Greasers?" A blonde, curly hair boy asked.
Greasers? I thought. What the hell is a Greaser?
"You better leave us alone" was my only response, puzzled to what a Greaser was.
"Who's gonna make us?" asked a brown haired boy.
"This is." I replied, and went on to punch him in the nose.
He held onto it, and yelled "Get them!"
Great, I thought. My first day in Tulsa, and I'm in a fight. They kept on hitting me and kicking me, and I couldn't take it anymore. I punched the guys nose again, kicked him, and then punched him in the chest. I knew Ben would be okay, he's real strong, and I knew he could take them. I wasn't worried about Ben at all. The boy proceeded to clock my chin, and I felt mighty awful. I then, punched the nose yet again, only to hear "Fuck! I think the bitch broke my nose!" I didn't think I was that strong, and that made me feel proud of myself inside. The young boy then pulled out a blade. Oh no, I thought. Don't cut Ben, cut me. Please, don't hurt Benjermen. As I wished, the guy cut me from my left temple, to my chin. It stung, and I could feel hot, sticky blood run down my face.
Just then, I saw about three boys who looked like us, clothing wise, run right toward us. A real handsome one, who looked about seventeen yelled "Leave them alone, assholes!" I believe I fell in utter love at that moment.
Oooh, Cliff hanger!
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-rachelrainbow