Part Two
So I made my first impression on Rosewell.
Judging by the size of this town it'll spread like wildfire that a spoiled bitch moved into the crashdown. Like I care what these people think of me.
I don't, really.
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"I can't believe you! How could you do that to us! To me!" my mother yelled as she chased me into our apartment.
"Do you really need to ask?" I said looking around the small apartment.
"I know you're not happy about being here," my mother started.
"That's an understatement," I interrupted.
"But that's no reason to embarass us in front of our neighbors and your future co-workers," my mother finished.
"I told you I'm not working there," I said looking around. "Where's my bedroom. I have a bedroom, right? Not some couch or something."
"Of course you have a bedroom and don't talk to me like that!" my mother yelled. "And you are working there, you don't have a choice."
"Whatever," I said finding my bags in a small room the size of a closet. "I take it this is my room."
"Yes," my mother said, trying to contain her anger.
"Thanks," I said, slamming the door.
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Correct me if I'm wrong but I think my actions where justified. I mean, they can't do this to me.
I grew up in New York City. I am not some small town girl. Needless to say this isn't just any small town but that only makes it worse.
I am not equiped to deal with this. You don't release a house cat into the wild and expect it to survive. My parents are killing me! I have the right to be angery.
But I've been doing alot of complaining, you probably think I'm a complete bitch. Well, don't feel bad, I am.
So, I'm going to try and be positive. Bare with me, I'm not used to this.
Ok, every cloud has a silver lining, right? Well, this hellhole of an apartment has one, I guess.
My room has a balcony. It doesn't have much a view, nothing here does, but it's better than nothing.
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I climbed up on the railing and dangeled my legs over the edge. For half a millisecond I considered letting myself fall. I doubted it would kill me but maybe it would be enough to convince my parents to take me back to New York, where I belonged.
I heard my door open and moaned.
"Go away," I hissed.
"I'm sorry," a unfamilar female voice said, and I spun around to see a blond girl standing in my doorway.
"No, I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else," I said and she stopped.
"Your mom?" she asked walking into the room and closing the door behind her.
"Yeah," I said noticing the Crashdown uniform. "You work here?"
"Yeah," she said, climbing up onto the balconey. "I'm Maria"
"I'm Liz," I said, pulling out a pack of cigerattes. "You smoke?"
"No," she said, sitting next to me. "But I don't mind."
"I really should quit, stupid ex got me started," I said, lighting a cigeratte.
"Did you break up because of the move?" Maria asked.
"No," I said. Maria must have sensed the anger in my voice because she immediately switched subjects.
"So, you're from New York City, I've always wanted to go there," she said.
"I miss it already," I said, staring off into the distance.
"It's not so bad here," Maria said.
"Really?" I asked, half mockingly.
"You'll get used to it," she added.
"I don't have to, a year from now I'm back in New York City, where I belong," I said inhaling deeply.
"A year's a long time, you'll need someone to talk to, make work less shitty," Maria said and for the first time all day I smiled.
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So my first friendship in Rosewell was formed. Of course she was no Tammy, no fashionsense and small town but it was better than nothing.
See, I can be a positive.
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"Liz," my mother said as she walked in the room. I flung the cigeratte in my hand to the street below. "Do you smell smoke?"
"No," I answered.
"Your father and I have to make a trip back to New York tonight," my mother said. "We're leaving you in charge of the Crashdown. We're leaving after we get more or less unpacked."
"Why are you going back to New York?" I asked, jealous that I was being left behind.
"Just some loose ends, we'll only be gone a few days," my mother said. "We'd love to take you with us but Mr. Darson has plans to leave."
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My mother was never any good at lying. It was obvious that she was leaving me behind because of my little "outburst" earlier.
Bitch.
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"Why don't you have your new friend stay with you," my mother said.
"That'd be cool," Maria said, and I reluctantly nodded.
Yippie, sleepover!