Part One
I told you life screws us all.
Anyway, that's how I ended up here, in Roswell, New Mexico. Daughter of the new proud owners of the Crashdown. Yeap, this just keeps getting better and better.
Turns out my Mom's Aunt Jen, whom I've never met, let alone heard of, owned the place. At least until she died a few months ago. And left the place to my mom.
Thanks Aunt Jen.
My parents saw this as the perfect opportunity to get out of New York City. So we packed up everything we owned and left the comforts of home, Starbucks and my friends to move here, the alien capital of the country.
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"Mom, did you even consider what kind of people live here?" I questioned, as we drove along the main drag of Roswell. Yes, I have now been forced to use the word drag.
"Just because these people don't live in some large city doesn't mean there's anything wrong with them," my mother said.
"This is Roswell, Mom. All the freaks migrate here for alien conspiracy and Area 51," I protested.
"I grew up here and I'm not a freak," my mother said.
"You're moving me to the middle of nowhere!" I cried, as the car pulled up in front of a small restaurant.
"We're here," my father said, parking the car. I rolled down my window and stared at the small building. I felt my heart sinking in my chest.
"You have to be kidding me," I whined. "Here?"
"Yeah," my mother said, smiling and jumping out the car unfazed by my obvious disappointment.
"Did you even consider where we're going to live?" I asked, climbing out the car after my parents.
"Didn't we tell you?" my mother asked**comma** looking back at me.
"Tell me what?" I asked, as my father began to pull suitcases out of the trunk. "What is he doing?"
"We're going to be living here," my mother said smiling.
"At the Crashdown!?" I cried.
"No, above it silly," my mother said pointing towards the small apartment above the it. "There's an apartment up there."
"Classy," I said.
"You must be Mr. and Mrs. Parker," a chubby man said running out of the building. "I'm Mr. Darson, we spoke on the phone."
"Yes, of course," my mother greeted him. "Liz, this is Mr. Darson. He's been taking care of the Crashdown for us ever since you Great Aunt Jen passed away."
"It was no problem at all," Mr. Darson said.
"Hey, could someone give me a hand," my dad called from the trunk.
"Of course honey," my mom said running to him.
"We've arranged for the Crashdown to be closed to tonight," Mr. Darson said. "In order to make it easier for you move your furniture up to the apartment."
"Thank you, that's very kind," my mother said lifting two bags off the ground.
"Could we possibly get inside before I pass before I pass out from this heat," I said fanning myself. My mom shot me evil glance and looked away. I really didn't need this right now.
"Grab your luggage and we'll go inside," my father said throwing my two bags to the ground. I moaned softly and picked up my bags.
"Ready or not," I said as Mr. Darson opened the door and I walked into the crashdown.
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Now, I really tried to prepare myself for the worse. But nothing could prepare for what I walked into.
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"Oh God," I moaned softly as we walked in.
What was the first thing I noticed about my new home. Well, that's easy. The smell. Hamburgers, fries and grease.
"It smells horrible in here," I moaned to my mother.
"You'll get used to it, after all you'll be working here," my father said.
*Thump* I dropped my bags to the floor.
"What?" I questioned.
"Your father and I thought it would be a good idea for you to get some work experience," my mother said looking around the the restaurant dreamily.
"So you'll be working here this summer," my father finished.
"No," I said.
"What did you say?" My mother said in her little sing-a-long voice.
"I said no," I repeated, catching the attention of the few customers.
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People always say that first impression are always the most important.
Well, I was about to make one hell of an impression.
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My father sensed the storm that brewing and grabbed the bags I had dropped.
"Mr. Darson, why don't you show me to the apartment," I father said almost dragging the man from the restaurant.
"You will do as I say," my mother said, turning to follow my father and Mr. Darson.
"No I won't," I said and she my mother stopped cold. She turned around slowly. "You dragged me across the country from my home, my friends and my life to this hellhole. You obviously don't give a fuck about what I want because if you did I would in New York City drinking Starbucks at a coffee house with Tammy right now. I would be with normal people. I would have a life."
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How's that for a first impression.
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"Go to your room," my mother hissed and I became aware of the small group of people staring at me. I stormed past my mother almost knocking her over and ran up the stairs.
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