"El! Get out of the car! You can't stay in there forever!" My brother yelled from behind the glass of the back seat of our moms car.
I never wanted to move! I had to leave all of my friends at home for California. It's not fair! Now I have to start fresh, new friends, new school, new, well everything!
"No! I wanna go back home!" I yell back, rolling down my window with a frown on my face. "None of this is fair! I miss home! And my friends!"
My brother, Scotty just stared back at me with a concerned look on his face. "Come on el, I know it's hard but we'll get used to it. Maybe it'll be fun if you just give it a chance." He said, putting his hand on the opened window.
I huffed, giving hesitance of getting out of the car. Until finally deciding that even if I didn't get out of the car, it still wouldn't make a difference. And plus, who wants to live in a car for the rest of your childhood? Not me.
So, with that I get out of the car and start helping with the boxes in the trunk of the pale yellow convertible. Most of the boxes are filled with fine china, our grandmother had given it to our mom before we left. There was quite a lot of it.
"Sweetheart, why don't you just get your boxes, I'll show you your room and you can put them in there." My mother says to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. I kind of figured she was just trying to comfort me, she knew I never wanted to move to California and knew I was kind of worried about school and making new friends.
"Oh um, okay." I say, putting a small grin on my face. She takes the box filled with fine china out of my hands, leading me up to my room. The house is small but livable. It's the perfect size for me, my stepfather, my brother and my mother. She leads me to a small room with dark wood flooring and tan walls. "Well, my room isn't too bad. It's cozy." I say, trying to make do with what we have.
"Mhm." My mother hums, leaving the room to go and help with more boxes.
"I guess it's okay here, maybe after we get done unpacking I can explore the neighborhood." I think, looking around my soon to be room. Bill, my stepfather came in with some of my boxes.
"You should be helping us instead of mopping around, please." He says, giving me a stern look.
"Oh um, yes sir, I apologize." I say, walking out of the room rolling my eyes as I get out of his sight. "What a butt head." I think.
Bill is not the nicest person on the planet. I will say that. But he's my stepfather and I just have to appreciate him. I know he's trying hard to be a good dad to me. All he really cares about is work though. I want my mom to be happy, I really do so I try my hardest to be nice to Bill. I still don't think Im quite ready to call him dad though. Like, at all.
I walk outside grabbing a large box. Scotty put a smaller box on top of that, causing me to drop both of them on the concrete. "Oof." I huff, falling down. I groan in pain, looking up at Scotty. "Scotty! Seriously?!" I yell, at this point he's cracking up at me. "You little shit!" I yell, laughing with him.
"Can you at least help me up?" I ask, a smile still playing on my lips.
"Yeah, sorry." He says, still laughing a little. He grabs my hand and helps me up.
The only damage it did was scuff up my hand from where I had caught myself from laying down.
Scotty pulls me to my feet and I dust my hands off on my shorts. The skin was pulled up a little on my hand but, it didn't hurt. I look up to see a boy about my age walking along the sidewalk. He looks at me and I wave. He waves back and walks into his house.
"Who was that?" Scotty asks beside me.
"How am I supposed to know?" I say. "We just got here, I haven't had time to socialize."
"Well, okay." He says, grabbing the box I dropped and put it in my hands. "Get back to work."
I just roll my eyes at him and head back to my room.
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"Sweetie come down, dinner is ready!" My mom yelled.
Bill had forced Scotty to 'help' him bring in the heavier and larger furniture earlier so we had furniture strolled everywhere.
"Come on sis mom ordered pizza!" Scott yelled.
"I'm coming!" I yell, speed walking down the stairs, and into the kitchen.
"Your plate is right there dear." Mom says.
"Thank you." I say.
"Mhm." Mom hums in response.
We had to eat at the counter since the table was still in the moving truck. Bill said him and Scott would unload it tomorrow.
"Hey mom? Do you think maybe I could explore the neighborhood tomorrow with Scott?" I ask, taking another bite of my pizza. Which was delicious by the way. California pizza is amazing!
"Sure, I don't see why not." She says.
"Okay!" I say.
Once I finished eating I cleaned my plate and headed upstairs to get ready for bed. I opened up a box that read 'El's Clothes' on the side. I pulled out a plain white shirt and pale blue shorts. I changed in my bathroom, brush my teeth and hair and got in my sleeping bag.
I had a hard time going to sleep but sooner or later I did. Tomorrow I would explore my new neighborhood. :)
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