The Christian

Chapter 1

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1 year later

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“ Detarra! Come help me with these boxes!” my mom shouted to me.

“ Coming!” I shouted, annoyed. I heaved my big blue jansport backpack over my shoulders. Why should I help her with them? Isn’t that what she hired the movers to do?

Reluctantly, I grab two white boxes labeled “ Kitchen,” and walk out to the truck to shove them in. A mover boy about my age in a white jumpsuit with white blonde hair keeps staring at me so I walk up to him and cross my arms.

“ What are you looking at? Is there some sort of flashing sign on my forehead screaming “ Look at me!”?”

He seems a bit startled by my forwardness and takes a moment to answer. “ S-s-sorry! I just thought you were really pretty!” His face turns red after his last words.

I roll my eyes, but smile. “ Gee, thanks kid.”

He does a small smile, showing off his bright green braces. “ And so, I was wondering if you wanted to go out some time. We could go to a movie or something, if you wanted to.” His face gets redder, making it look like he’s about to explode if I don’t answer quickly.

I sigh and look into his soft green eyes. “ In case you haven’t noticed, I’m moving. But thanks for the offer anyway.”

He nods, nervously. “ I understand.”

“ Detarra!” my mom calls. “ Stop flirting and get in the car! It’s time to go!”

He blushes deeper, while I just groan. “ I’m coming!”

“ See ya!” I call to the boy as I run to the small blue minivan, filled with boxes and hop in. I strap up my seatbelt and started unraveling my scratched up ipod.

My mom flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder and looked at me. “ You know, in this new town that we’re moving to, you better be careful not to flirt with every guy or else everyone will think you’re a slut.” She smiled, as if to make what she said sound sweeter.

I rolled my eyes. “ And what makes you think that I care about what people think of me?”

She widened her light blue eyes and put up her hands, as though she didn’t mean to cause offense. “ I’m just saying-”

“ Yeah? Well why don’t you just stop saying?” I said, turning away.

She sighed. “ I’m sorry, honey, okay? I really am. It’s just that-”

I shoved my headphones in and turned the volume up as loud as it would go, until all I could hear was Gerard Way singing about how much teenagers scare him.

I snuck a glance at my mother shaking her head, but backing away from the only driveway that I’ve ever owned. Away from the only house that I ever dared call home. The only life I had ever known.

I didn’t mean to be rude to her, but I just didn’t want to hear it again. The whole speech about how we need a new start, how she got a great new job, and how cozy a little town can be. Blah. Blah. Blah! I knew how much crap that was. That she was pretty much moving there for some guy that swore was going to take care of her. What a load of bullcrap!

I didn’t even understand how I could be related to her. I didn’t even look like her! I was glad I looked more like my dad than my mom, with my shoulder length brown hair and eyes. Yet, I still had to develop her very pathetic petite figure and small mouth.