" Mila, you had better be up there packing. "
I turn my radio off and go downstairs. " I don't wanna move. " I whine as soon as I get into the living room.
I was informed two days ago that I'm being sent to Hicksville, USA to live with " my other family ".
Chris sighs as he enters my room to see me not packed. " Your father just died, Mi. Just think of what your other siblings are going through. And now with Dana skipping out on our daughter, I have to work full time and take care of Toni. "
Oh yeah, my " other siblings. " From what my mom told me, I'm the product of an affair between their dad and her. That's the only thing she told me about it too.
I know I should be sad that I never got to meet the man, but there's no use in crying over a man who never knew me. Sighing I started helping him pack my things. Walking to my vanity I start taking down pictures of me, mom, and Chris at various stages in our lives.
Christmas, vacations, birthdays, and school pics. Knowing that both of the people that made me are gone kind of hurts. Stop! You are gonna make the best of this. Your siblings may not like you, but at least it's a new start.
It was hard growing up known as the " strippers " daughter. It didn't matter that my mother always took good care of her children. All that mattered was that she took her clothes off for money.
She tried shielding us from it, but the kids at school all knew from their dad's. It isn't fair to us that people think we're trash. As a matter of fact, I thrive off of their disdain.
After she passed last year, ( breast cancer ) Chris has been taking care of me. It hasn't been easy, but we got by. That is until his girlfriend left in the middle of the night four months ago.
They had been taking care of their daughter just fine but I guess when I moved in it slowly started to become too much for her. She wanted to escape her problems and responsibilities. I feel bad for little Toni.
I sigh again and get back to packing. When I finish packing my dresser up I look at myself in the mirror. The silver heart-shaped pendant that my great-grandmother left me is more pronounced against my chest than it has ever been.
It's hallowed with intricate designs on it. She gave it to me when I was little just before she passed away. There's was some kind of smelly plant in it, but after so long it wilted and died. It's the only thing I have left of her.
Looking at the clock I realize I've spent all night getting everything done in time. I slide into my bed hoping for a good night's sleep. My flight to Mystic Falls is early and Chris just can't wait to get rid of me.