PREFACE
It was very dark then. I stood there, not knowing whether or not I'll be able to see my parents again. Or will I able to be the first one to ride Ian's car, or if I'll ever see Demetri again. A shiver ran through my spine at the the last one. Yes, I was scared, terrified even….but I knew somehow this has got to be over with, one way or another.
CHAPTER 1. First Peek
MIAAAA!, yelled my bubbly, erratic mother. "It's almost time!"
"Coming." I sighed. Yes, today was the day, that I , Mia, or should I say AMELIA Gold will be moving all the way to New Hampshire with my father, who owns a small business there, and refuses to leave.
My parents divorced before I was even able to get the first word of out of my mouth, so I was being passed back and forth like some old stuffed toy by my parents since I was 7. Now 17, and Mom just remarried a lawyer whose idea of "home sweet home" is either in his office at the local law firm, and the biggest in the state I might add, or in the car bound for another cross-country trip. I wasn't really the outdoorsy type, I preferred to stay home, and relax. He was nice though, he was….decent for my mom, who always needed someone to take care of her, or someone to talk her out of her latest schemes and all that.
Though she told Andrew, yep that's my step dad, that she'd stay home with me, I could see the huge sacrifice in her eyes. So I decided to suck it up be the grown-up I tried very hard to be, and declared that I will be moving all the way to New Hampshire with my dad, Oscar. New Hampshire wasn't really my favorite place, it was cold and wet, and…cold. I was never really accustomed to cold. I was so used to the sun here in Malibu. Though I wasn't really the beach junkie type. I'm not tan, I don't play volleyball, definitely not that, and I'm not blonde. Instead I have pale skin, that could actually pass as pretty if only it had some color in it, but it didn't. I don't play sports, I can't even walk the distance from my bed to the bathroom without finding a book, or something else to trip over. And I have long black hair, that showed off a tint of brown in the sunlight. My appearance would look attractive with the grayish-blue eyes against the pale contrast of my skin and the darkness of my full hair, but I don't really see it.
I looked around my room, for what seemed to be the last time I would see it in a long time. I've decided to lug all my books with me, since fitting in won't be an easy task for me to accomplish. My laptop and my iPod have also been able to snag a place in my luggage, mainly because most of my important stuff, mainly music were stored in them. The only thing that I won't be bringing is half my wardrobe. Malibu's daily trend doesn't really mix well with the cold mist of New Hampshire. M y main focus was my winter attire, which consisted of bulky jackets, mittens, snow boots and hats.
I slowly and dramatically descended the stairs, taking in every aspect of my living room. The couches, the windows, and the huge plasma TV Andrew had gotten my mom and me 2 Christmases ago. And lastly, the grand piano, for which I had to cut back 5 months of allowance to get, though Mom and Oscar did pitch in a bit. It was my refuge, my happy place. I would play when I was upset or sad. It would give out beautiful melodies and vibration throughout the house by just playing a simple note. I won't be able to play it in a long time……
"Mom?! " I yelled.
"Yes honey?" my mom, Linda, said poking her head from the kitchen entrance.
"How much time do we have left?"
"We'll be leaving at 2:30, sweetie."
I looked at my watch, we still had an hour. That was just enough.
I made my way to my Steinway and started playing one of my favorite piano pieces, Moonrise by Brian Crain. This song had always managed to relax me and make forget my problems.
I felt my fingers fly through the notes as I continued my melody. I let my head be filled with the song and nothing else, tuning out all the sounds and forgetting everything, even time. I hadn't realized that I was playing longer than I thought, and I was weaving into a different melody, sadder and heart-wrenching. Nor had I realized that I had an audience, I looked at my mom who's eyes were filled with tears.
"OH, Mia!" she cried,
"Mom…"
"You know you don't have to go if you don't want to." She said through sobs.
"Mom….I wantto." I replied, trying to sound convincing, but failed miserably.
"No you don't." She said, shaking her head. "I know my daughter well enough to tell whether or not she wants to do something or not."
"Mom, please I want to." I told her, determination strong in my voice.
"But---" she began, I cut her off
"Mom, I want to go. It's been years since I've last seen Dad."
"You can see him any time you want." She protested.
"Exactly. I want to see him now." I argued,
Finally a smile broke through her tear-streaked face. "You are so stubborn." She said…"just like your father." She added with a sigh.
"Come on, Mom." I started pulling her towards the door. "I don't want to miss my flight."
"Alright, honey, let's go get Andrew to load your stuff." She said as she went through the sliding doors into the backyard where Andrew might be.
It took us 25 minutes to get to the airport. We had to run so I could check-in on time.
"Mia," my mom started…"you don't have to do this." She said again for what seemed to be the twentieth time.
"It's ok mom, I want to." I said again, forcing myself to smile. "I love you, mom."
"I love you too, honey, Don't forget to call." She said as she hugged me good-bye.
"I won't."
And then, she was gone.
