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Spring was supposed to be the best part of the year. It's the lovely time when the winter melts away and the sprouting of the summer is just beginning. It's supposed to be the time when you get out of school for break, and kiss goodbye to all of your burdens for a few weeks. It was supposed to be the time where I got to go on the lovely vacation my best friend in the entire world, Jamie, planned for us to dig our feet into warm sand and drink as much as we want without the constant worry of our parents finding out. Where we splash around in the crystal blue waters of Tahiti and laze around all day, roasting our bodies until we're bronze under the merciless sun.
But, of course, we can't all have what we want. I wasn't allowed to go on my dream vacation. Even worse, it was because my family and I were moving away. Out of the state that I called home, and away from everyone I loved. They were taking me away from my best friend and the group of people that I called family. I can't blame my parents though, I mean, it's not their fault that their jobs aren't paying enough. I loved my parents, and I understood what we had to do, but why Florida? To go from the lovely, natural beauty of North Carolina to Florida is one giant leap.
"Ariel, are you listening to me?" My mother said, interrupting my thoughts.
"Y-yeah Mom, sorry." I stuttered, snapping out of my daze. She gave me the cute look she always gives me when she knows I'm not telling the truth.
"I said to go bring your suitcase and bags downstairs, your father has to move them into the car." She said whilst pushing her long, curly red hair behind her shoulder.
She was playing her favorite indie rock track on her little vintage radio and humming along while packing the last of the items into cardboard boxes. I'm well aware that my mom was a total hippie when she was my age, and continues to be one to this day. She loves unique types of jewelry and isn't afraid to do risky things, like dying her hair a crazy color, or standing up for what she believes in, even if it damages her reputation. I admire her greatly, and am so grateful that we have a close relationship.
"Okay, i'm on it." I said lazily getting up off of the plastic-covered sofa. I climbed the stairs and retrieved the suitcases from my now empty little room.
My dad walk inside , obviously tired from having to get everything packed into our car. He fast-walked into the house, making a stop to kiss my mother on the cheek, then took my bags from my and carried them out to the car again. My dad was no exception from my mother. He was just as much as a hippie as she was. Tattoos littered his arms and Ray-Bans prescription glasses rested on the bridge of his nose. Almost every one of my friends agreed that he was a total Dilf. I would catch my girlfriends checking him out when they thought i wasn't looking, and to be honest, it was quite disturbing.
My dad peeked his head in the door, "Is everything packed up and in the car, ladies?" He said looking to me and my mom.
"Just one more box and were ready to leave." My mom said, picking up the oversized box and carrying it to the car.
"Ah s.hit!" My dad said, not noticing that I was right behind him. I cleared my throat and he turned around, "Uh I-I mean.. Shoot! Rats!" He stuttered. He always would try to change his bad word whenever he noticed I overheard him, It was hilarious. "Hey Ariel, You're gonna have to hold this box during the car ride." My dad said, motioning to the big, cardboard box.
"What? No way, man!" I said, annoyed.
"There's no more room, baby, i'm sorry." He said, doing the voice that I could never say no to.
"Ugh, fine," I said, picking up the oversized box and slipping into the backseat with it on my lap.
"That's my girl," He smiled. Mom was already in the front seat with her seatbelt buckled and toothy grin on her face.
"Are you excited for your new home, Ari?" She said excitedly, almost bouncing out of her seat. I rolled my eyes melodramatically.
"That place will never be my home. Like it or not." I said bitterly. My mothers smile melted into a frown.
"Don't be such a grump, i'm sure you'll make plenty of new friends in Florida." She said with a small smile. My mother never let people disrupt her mood. If she was feeling happy, nobody could bring her down.
***
"Ariel, baby, wake up, we're here." My fathers whispering voice chanted. I opened my eyes to the harsh sunlight beaming through the car windows.
"We're in Florida, sweetie!" My mom said happily, tying her frizzy curls into a loose braid. I watched my parents excitedly run inside.
God, you would think they were younger than me. I looked out the car window and saw the moving truck sitting in our new driveway. I groaned and opened the car door to a cute, suburban neighborhood, with large oak trees lining the side of the road and children playing in their front yards. 'I wonder if there are any people in this neighborhood that are my age' I thought.
My next action answered my question.
I proceeded to climb out of the car, sleepily forgetting that I was holding the oversized box in my lap. The cardboard box tumbled forward, right under my feet, and I tripped stupidly, face planting with the concrete driveway.
"Ow, f.uck!" I screamed. Deep-voiced laughs were sounding from the sidewalk and I turned my head over to see who was so rudely laughing at my mishap. A group of boys, of course. And just my luck, they were hot.
A sexy curly-haired boy stepped out from the f.uckboy cloud and offered me a hand. "Thanks." I said sharply, grabbing it in a very unladylike manner, and getting on my feet.
"No problem..." He said in a low, British accent. I tried to pull my hand away, but he still kept his tight grip on it.
He slowly leaned in to me, intertwining our fingers. My face paled and my heart started beating at a supersonic speed. I overlooked his flawless features while he examined me with his mossy green eyes.
"Dumbass." He said lowly and let go of my hand.
An eruption of deep laughter escaped from the loathed fuckboy cloud as he turned around and walked back to his friends. My eyebrows knit into a frown and my cheeks turned flaming red. They were still laughing when I slammed the door shut to my new house. Yep, I'm going to hate it here.
Sorry if it's short! I kind of ran out of ideas and it always seems longer while you're writing it & yeah..
I promise next chapter will be more interesting :-)))
love!!!!,
Sofia
