It was the start of something new. Or at least that's how my mom always explained it me when we had to move because of her "business branches", she liked to call them. I was tired of being somewhere different but feeling in the same place over and over again. It felt like I was caught in a tide, thinking that I could get closer to shore but only falling more deeper into the waves. I sighed inwardly, as the our car left yet another house not ready to be abandoned. We were moving to a place called Charlotte. Somewhere in North Carolina I guess.
Oh how I missed the smell of Tampa already, I thought longingly. Even though I had almost zero friends and no hope of ever being seen in the 10th grade, I still felt empty now that I couldn't be around my natural surroundings. Shut up Ianthe, I scolded myself for being so dense. You can't care about a place that had no care for you, I thought bluntly. Though I knew I was wrong, I had to be at least careful about getting attached and actually caring for things so...tangible. I couldn't feel, not after all these years. There's no point in trusting without allowing yourself to get hurt. I've told myself that for as long as I could remember, but what If-"Yes, yes. After ten hours we've finally made it!" My mother squealed in delight. I smiled, thinking maybe something new was actually starting.
I piped up saying, "You know mom, I actually think-" "Meet you at the office at eight? No problem. We haven't even got a load to worry about unpacking. Alright, see you then. Bye." The line ended, and my mom looked back and asked if I had said something. "I was saying how I'm glad that we don't have to unpack that much. You know, since we didn't entirely settle in the other house."
"Ianthe" I actually have some more news for you." What, are you going to be getting a new phone cause your mouth used up the last one? I thought ruefully. "This house just may not be like the others. This one may be more stable, more... permanent." She looked back hesitant and uneasily."Now I know it may be too soon actually making these plans-" "Wait, so you're saying that this place may in fact be the last one? Ever?"
My excitement spoke louder than my words, I was practically bouncing on the seat thinking of actually making friends with people. Mom smiled relieved at my reaction. I slipped into my seat comfortably thinking of all the possibilities. And just like that, the start of something new slipped through my fingers and made itself at home.
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Sciamachy
FanfictionSciamachy (n) A battle against imaginary beings; fighting your shadow. Okay fuck that. This story is no longer another half of a book. It's just mine.