Disconnected

Part 1

After a 22 hour plane ride from England to Australia, I'm in the back seat of the car reading Romeo&Juliette when my mum interrupted me,

 "Cathy sweetie where home" she says in an exited voice.

 "This isn't home, home is back in England where my friends are" I say. I really hate moving.

 "My friend Liz lives across the road, she's throwing a welcome party for us. She has a son, his friends will be there, maybe you can be friends with them" she says giving me that look I hate so much, the 'I pity you' look.

 "I know what your trying to do mum" I say peeking my head between the two seats in front. She takes a quick glance at me before getting out of the car. I follow her to the front door, and as soon as she opens it I storm past her and up the stairs. I look at the rooms and pick the one futurist down the hall. I run back down stairs to get my stuff from the car.

I remember when I was 15 my mum set me up on a date with a sweet boy named Brad. He was two years older than me. He had curly hair and brown eyes. Little did she know I would lose my V-Card that same night. Ever since then my mum would set me up on dates which would quickly turn into sex sessions. To this day she is trying to set me up, Liz' son for example she's going to try sweet talk us into a date.

 "Did you hear me Cathy?" My mum says clicking her fingers in my face.

 "Sorry, what were you saying?" I say shaking my head. 

"I was saying you should get changed and come over to the party, please?" great she's begging me with those eyes. Those big blue eyes of hers.

 "Fuck it, fine" I groan. I bring my stuff to my room. The first thing I do is hang my poster on my door that says 'Stay out! Porn star at work' I love it because my mum doesn't. Is that weird?

I rip open the box with clothes and take out my torn denim shorts and a really long tank top that says 'I heart London'. I put on my blue converse and go downstairs. My mum is at the door waiting.

 "Great lets go" she beams at me.

 "Woohoo" I say, sarcasm clear in my voice. I slowly followed my mum directly across the road and onto a small porch just like ours. My mum knocks on the door and it flies open. A woman with dirty blond hair and a welcoming smile stairs at me and then pulls me into a bone-crushing hug.

 "Oh my, Cathie you've gotten so big and beautiful" she says holding me arm length so she can look at me. I just smile awkwardly. When she lets me go we walk inside. The house looks just like mine. 

"Luke is out back sorting the tables" she says. I just nod and make my way to the small kitchen. Just above the sink is a window. I walk up to the sink and look out to see a really tall blond standing by the long tables. When I go out the back yard there's lights on the trees and the tables half filled with food. When I walk closer to Luke he seems to be my hight. He's wearing tight skinny black jeans and a black T-shirt.

 "Hey you must be Cathie" he says putting out his hand to shake.

 "And you must be Luke" I say shaking his hand with an awkward smile. My eyes trail up his arm, he's got a few tattoos here and there.

 "Nice tattoos" I say. He smiles at me.

 "Thanks. Nice hair" she says. My hair is blue. Long story short I was drunk and loved blue.

 "Thanks. I was going to die it green, but changed my mind. Good thing too" I let out a Little laugh at the end.

 "Do you have any tattoos?" He asks.

 "Ah yea, but I have to keep them covered, if my mum saw she'd have a cow" she never really liked the idea of permanently inking my skin, but I just had to get them.