Olivia

2. Changes

Olivia's pov

I couldn't understand why had we to move. We were fine in Spain. Besides, I had my own life there. I had friends and a school and everything I could want, why have it to change?

I was walking to my house, I really didn't want to be late. Especially knowing how my uncles were.

They were so overprotective in a bad way. Also, they didn't leave to do anything by myself. They were so distant, always reminding me that I was a mistake and I was useless.

When I was small they words used to hurt me. But I grew up and accepted it.

I arrived to my house and saw lots of boxes. My uncles were packing to move. They glared at my aunt and I knew I had to go to my bedroom.

I ran upstairs and looked at my bedroom. The door was opened and it was full of boxes with my things. I looked over the room.

It was pretty small, with just a few furnitures. I glared at the picture on my shelving. It was a photo of my parents, I didn't meet them too much "cause they died when I was 3.

I can't remember anything of them, wich is weird. The only thing I can remember is when an old woman helped me when I was 4. The woman said that I hit my head and called my uncles. A few weeks later we were moving to Spain.

I took the photo and out it in a box. Then I remembered, I promised my friends that I'd go and say goodbye.

I ran downstairs as fast as I could, but my aunt stopped me.

"Where do you think are you going?!" Ohh, yeah, I almost forgot my aunt.

"I promised to a friend that I'd say goodbye. I don't want to stand them up. Can I go please??"

My aunt looked me with an awful look.

"No, you can't. You have to finish packaging your things"

"But I finished, porfaaa!!!(please)" She look like she didn't believe me.

"I've said no, go finish packaging in the living room!"

"Ohh, ok. I'll go" I said, so sad.

I entered to the room.

My uncle looked at me and rolled his eyes, I think my aunt and him didn't like the fact they had to see me every day.

I had packaging for 2 hours, when I finished I went to the kitchen and made macaroni for my family.

I ate the fast as I could and went to my empty room.

I stated to message my friends. I apologized and said goodbye. They forgave me and understood everything.

I laid in the bed while I was thinking. Why didn't they love me? What have I done? Am I really just a mistake?

I realized that I was crying, but that didn't matter. I let my cries go down of my face and fall asleep.

"Tomorrow everything will change" I said to myself after being asleep.