5 Words

Naomi

"MOOOOOM!!!" I slammed the door shut "Why do we have to go?"

It's so unfair. Why the fuck do we have to move? It has taken me forever to be in the social status I am here. I had to change everything! And Tahai has just started to show some interest in me. How am I supposed to move on from that? The hottest guy in school was looking at me. I changed my clothing and went on diets. I started working out.

Now I had to move to Australia. An island in th middle of nowhere. What did I have to look forward to there? Nothing.

"Come on, Naomi" you can hear the exasperation in her voice. "Why can't you look at the brightside of things?"

"Like what?" She has been trying for me to cheer up for the longest time.

"You can start over. Make sure you start your life there the way you want it to." I rolled my eyes. Like I haven't thought of that. It's never easy for the new girl to settle in. Has she not seen the movies?

"And, with your father's new job" she paused for special effect, "we can go shopping for a whole new wardrobe!"

Clothes. I'd prefer chocolates and Netflix, but if I want to start out as good as possible, I have to take all I can get.

"mmmkay, I won't complain until we set foot on the island"

Her eyes lit up at the compromise. I felt a pang of guilt. Of course she felt much happier now.

I looked around our one story house. It looked so bare now. All the things that had looked so familiar when I was young have been packed up. In about ten hours I will be on a whole different country. Where I don't know anyone or anything. The streets will mean nothing to me. The air around me will be unfamiliar. And life here? It will go on. The spot reserved for me at lunch will be passed down to Akane. She will gain the attention of everyone. Tahai will probably start dating her. She did have a better body than me.

A heavy sigh escaped me as I pulled on my suitcases. Two larges suitcases represented the life I had here. In only two suitcases, I was able to accomodate everything that meant anything to me. I tried not to think of the pencil marks that represented my growth on the frame of my bedroom. I tried not to think of the time Dad had carried me just so I could pretend I was flying around the house. I tried not to think of the time I tried to cook my mom's special rice and we had to order carry out instead.

Yeah, I tried. And I failed. A tear started to make its way down my cheek and I just left it there.

Mom and I got into the car and started driving towards the air port. The houses started flying past. The same houses I've seen since I can remember. I could feel everything slipping away from me. I started to feel anxiety at it all. My stomach started to flip. I grabbed the seat so hard my knuckles turned white.

Not now. Please, not now.

"You okay?"

I kept my head down.

"Yeah, I'm just a little worked up. Nothing to worry about"

She squeezed my arm, in what I think she meant as reassuring. Instead, it just made me feel worse.

"It's okay, you'll make lots of new friends real soon."

I just nodded. If only she knew.

If only she knew...

So, this is the first part...

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