𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘 || Kevin Alvarez

Chapter 1

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I would like to smash my head against the wall until it exploded.

I'm from one of the most beautiful places in the USA, California. A home to many different cultures and traditions and a bunch of diversity, experiences, and memories. Me personally, I'm glad I was born here and no where else. I feel like I belong here. Because this is my home.

But recently we had to go move to Mexico. I'm not sure why we do but we do. I argued with my parents for a long time. I knew we were gonna move, they just never told me why, which was weird to me. I always hated the idea of moving, and recently I've been more emotional than usual, and the thought of moving makes me all sad.

I've been more quiet than usual and that brings my mom to ask many questions about my off behavior. She would say a 'Que paso?' Or 'por que tienes triste?'. I didn't think she was serious at first, because if it wasn't for the big fact that we are MOVING COUNTRYS. I don't want to be rude, but sometimes I would want my mom to have more common sense. And I know that my mom knows, though playing dumb was her rout instead of comforting.

I had told my friends about it and they thought I was joking at first. I would think that to, why would I be moving without any reason? It doesn't make sense, yet we're actually doing.

My friends then realized after some time of my mood change and me never saying it's a joke, now know it's real. My biggest fear was moving away from my loved ones. Mainly because I'm really clingy, but there's much more reason's.

"Why can't we just stay here? All my friends are here? All my education is here? This is my home! You know how I feel about this! This is much better than Mexico!" I would plead and beg for my parents to change their mind and knock some sense into them. It's not like I hate Mexico, it's a beautiful country and has so many great qualities. It's just for me, I have a little social anxiety with that. It's a whole different country, would I even fit?

My parents shared each other a look, they would open there mouth but nothing but air would come out. They were hiding something from me. I knew it. I got up and angrily storm into my room while hot tears showered my face. This would happen a bunch of times, hoping one day my parents will tell me. But no, I guess I'm not good enough for that. I'm not a kid, I'm almost an adult, why were they keeping stuff from me? Do they not trust me?

I cried and cried my little aching heart out, hoping that my parents would hear me and think twice about this discussion. But, of course not. Because once they made up their mind, then it's set. That's one thing I hated, but I didn't blame them. It's annoying to be constantly nagged, but maybe they should give their own daughter a chance.

The teachers most likely noticed my off behavior and the dark circles under my eyes, due to the lack of sleep. I probably should have put makeup on to hide it, but when you're crying your heart out almost everyday, losing your voice and constant headaches, I don't think you would care about your looks either. Not to mention the stress I had, it's enough to eat me whole.

The teachers would ask what is wrong, and how I'm doing. Each time I would end the conversation before it could even start with a 'it's not your concern'. Who cares if I'm being 'rude' I'm leaving this country anyways. It's not going to matter at all, and what can they do about it? If I don't want to talk I really don't have to. And my scratchy voice wasn't even able to form words anyways.

I said this to each teacher that notice my behavior off. I was usually so cheerful and happy, always talking in class. I would even get in trouble for my talking. I could see where they were coming from. But I won't tell them. It's my life. And as much as I want to rant my heart out to them, saying how my parents are not seeing my reasoning. And that I would do anything not to move. But I couldn't, it's not like they would care.