I Will Help You

Moving Day C1

Becca's P.O.V

So here i go again,packing the same old case then back out on the road. It makes me quite angry that we keep moving i hate it, like really hate it. First of all i don't have any friends because i dont get time to make any, Secondly i have never known any of my neighbours because once agin we are never there long enough to get to know them. I really wish i was back home in the uk, everything was great before ..... before my mother passed away. My mother passed when i was just 10 years old, it was really traumatic and it hurt my dad so much, i know he still cries about it and it has been 7 years. I think that's why he is always moving, i think he's just hoping the pain will heal in a different location. We are moving to los angeles today, anyway like i said everything was great before my mother passed. I had friends, i knew my teachers really well, i knew my neighbours and i used to help them in their garden, we grew so many plants and flowers. I also had a boyfriend but now i am completely invisible to almost everyone all thanks to my father.
"Becca, are you ready ?!!" My father asked shouting up the stairs
"I'm coming, hold on !!" I shouted back as i rushed down the stairs dragging my suitcase behind me.
"What have i told you about dragging that case, you're going to break it" He said looking very annoyed with me.
"Well if we didn't keep moving around the world it wouldn't be in this state" I said giving him a dissapointed look and chucking my case on the floor by his feet.
"Becca you will behave from now on" He told me but i didn't really take any notice of it because he always says stuff like this.
We got into the car and began our journey to LA, I put my headphones in so i wouldn't have to hear my dad tell me how i'm such a waste of space.
"Becca we're here wake up" A voice said as i was being shook at the same time.
"What ?" I asked as i slowly opened my eyes to see my dad stood there
"We are here now" My dad said as he waited for me to get out of the car.
I got out the car and walked up to our new front door, this house led to the beach, so basically it was a beach house in LA. I went upstairs and found 2 ensuite bedrooms, my dad's cases were in the one so i presumed the other was mine. I was about to shout my dad but when i turned round he was stood in the doorway to my bedroom.
"Here is your bag" He said chucking my holdall on the floor
"Where's my case and was there any need to chuck my bag like that ?" I asked with an attitude as he would say but this is just me.
"It is downstairs and yes there was" He answered he was really starting to annoy me now.
So i am on my dad's badside not a good start to a new place is it, i thought going downstairs to fetch my pink and black suitcase so i could unpack everything.

Hope you enjoyed it this is only a short story but i have another story called The Daughter I Never Knew I Had it is a one direction story ☺
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