Irrational

Chapter One

"The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence, rather a condition of it."

-Friedrich Nietzsche

The last box was taken away. It probably had my mom's vase, which was really precious to her, more than it should. Empty houses spark a poetic feeling. The reminiscence lingers on, like an everlasting smell of perfume. I had lived in this house for all the years I had existed, but I felt neither gloomy nor disheartened that I was leaving it behind. I had a desire to leave it behind since high school started, because there was no opportunity for progress in this laid-back town, it could not accommodate my dreams forever at this rate. 
"Kaya, take the trash out. Uncle Billie is reaching in ten, we need to hurry." Mom hastily said as she stared at the empty kitchen, as though I would take ten minutes to take out trash. I preferred to maintain silence to preserve the newfound sanctity of our old abode. 
As per Mom's keen instructions I pulled the trash bag out. It was surprisingly heavy, probably because of the farewell party we had last night. Uncle Billie's drinking habits were too bad, and it was observable from the twenty bottles laying in the trash. To my disbelief, it was Claire who was standing on the sidewalk, nervously staring down at the pavement tiles. She did not notice me coming next to her. 

Claire was my best friend for more than ten years. We had grown up together, so it was natural that we felt comfortable around each other. This kind of silence was traumatising. She had worn her soccer jersey and was sweaty from her soccer practice, which was even more bizarre since after soccer she always went to drink smoothies with her team mates to a shop that was on the other side of the town. 

"Claire? What are you doing here?" I was fazed by her expressions. 
"Oh! Kaya? Lord, I did not notice you were here all the time." She replied, giving a fake smile. 
"We are leaving for the airport in probably five minutes. First its gonna be us who are going to be shipped, then our belongings. Its Uncle Billie who's taking us there." I attempted to keep the conversation going by having the small talk. 
"I know it Kaya." Her tone was unnervingly bland. 
"Then why are YOU here?" I was enraged by her so-called-secrecy now. 
"I need to tell you something---------." She sighed. "I don't have the nerve to say it! How could Mariah force me to confess this!" Her face was troubled.

Uncle Billie's car had a rather loud horn. He was pulling in to the drive way, and his jolly laughs were audible clearly.
"Just say it. It would be irrational to not, because Mom will come and drag me to the car. Her concerns are not wron---" 
" Always categorising things into rational and irrational, you. Mariah started the rumour that--"
"WHAT! Why would she?"
"Kaya you were always superior, and always looked at us in a condescending manner, still you never realised that--"
"Leave. Claire leave. Never cross my path again- you traitor, liar, f--" 
"Yes, fat pig was it? You broke my trust by saying that today." She stormed off. I was too angry to stop her. Probably this is how friendships broke. In books and novels, it a lot mellow. They never tell the ever-lasting pain.  
I had a rough idea that we were going to become emotionally distant over time, but this was too rapid to process. After I leave, they were going to go to insane parties and get drunk. They were going to console each other, they were going to be with each other through thick and thin. I had come to terms with leaving everything behind. Never had I ever thought I was going to leave a part of me behind.

The sun set really fast today, turning the blue sky into a turbulent mess of orange, pink and violet. The ground was really hot from the incessant heat of the day and the warm fumes tickled my face. The airport was not a long drive, probably about twenty miles, but the highway seemed to stretch on forever. 
"Claire. She is a really sweet for her age, ya know." Dad said turning behind. 
"She came to see off and you stormed away, and that was quite rude." Mom whispered in a consoling tone. 
"Those carrot cakes were 'dope'." Uncle Billie commented in an affirmative term. He really thought using slang would help him connect with the younger generations. 
"How's that teenage website doing?" He continued. 
"And I nearly forgot about it." I said with a smirk.
"Come on, I gifted you a membership on your birthday, just so you could forget it? Holy --"
"Bill sophomore year was really tough on her."
"KK, if you say Tara." Uncle Billie calmed down. He did not speak till we pulled in the airport. 

The airport was busy, air crews storming past us rapidly. There was a faint nervousness in the air, but the lavish airport made one forget the anxiety. The security checks were complete in no time. This was how we were destined to leave. 

Uncle Billie did not have any idea that I still wrote on the teenage website, only that he was blocked. I sat down at the farthest possible chair from my parents and started writing. 

20th August
CATASTROPHE
Hey guys :) 
Hope you are doing great cause I am not. My friends started a rumour about me a year ago and it nearly forced me to leave the town. Welp:///

These people were fast in their own way. 

ri888zey: My friend did the same thing on me last year. She is shunned by all now. 
joooshhh2: These filthy people are of a different breed
sakuuraaaaaa: I've been through this all, kid, the times get better once you learn that teenage is just a phase and your reputation was made to be ruined. 

TEEN8GE was a site that let you converse with supportive teenagers. That was my life, waking up and enduring. Dome High was going to change it. Or at least I was going to.