Forever and Never

We Need To Talk

I woke up in my white sheets as the sun shined through my windows, I sat up and rubbed my eyes until I could see clearly.  I slipped out of my sheets, and walked down the stairs to my kitchen, I smelled bacon, eggs, pancakes, smoothies, fruit.  That's how I knew something was up, my mom would never cook our meals mostly consisted of take out, given the lack of time and effort my parents had to balance with their own jobs. 

I put on foot on the last step, only for the step to release a quiet squeak, making my mother look up from the stove and look at me, she flashed me a smile. 

"Good morning sweety!" She sounded happy for once, instead of stressed.

Maybe I wasn't going to get bad news, maybe she was just in a good mood.

"Good morning mom, what's with the big breakfast?"  I questioned while going over to the coffee and pouring myself a cup.

"Well your dad and I wanted to tell you some big news." She said while flipping a pancake.

I sighed and took a seat at the table, with my father reading the newspaper, along with occasionally looking over to his phone, I'm assuming he's expecting a call from someone, probably business related.

"Good morning Mia." He said before taking a sip of his own coffee. 

"Morning dad." I hated the mornings in my house most of the time the consisted of arguing, and well for my parents getting to work on time. 

My Mother came over with the pancakes, with a trail of stream going behind her. She set the plate down on the table. Only to sit down herself, my father and her exchanged a couple of glances and nods here and there until the look to me.

"Ok, I get it, you have something important to talk about with me, but can you just please get it over with, its killing me." I said looking between the two of them.

"Honey, I know you've grown attached to our small town here in Illinois but i'm afraid my business may cause us to move, I know it will take some time to get used to but its what's best for our family." He said and for once I could tell he was truly feeling a bit of pity for my current situation.

I glanced between them once again before saying ,

"Well spit it out, where are we moving to?" I questioned

"California, I know its  a very long distance, but our family could use the extra cash and the town were moving into is very nice and kid friendly-"

before he could finish I cut him off.

"Dad, I'm not a kid anymore, I'm fine with moving there, just please don't make me do all the work, of moving the boxes onto the moving truck." I smiled shoving a piece of pancake into my mouth.

I wanted change, hell with that, I needed  change in my life.

My parents looked a bit thrown off by my response but soon their own faces soon also had a bit of a smile on them.

"Very well then, no moving the boxes onto the moving truck for you, but  you will be packing and unpacking your stuff when we leave and get there."

I groaned "Fine, when are we moving,"

He looked at my and he had a grin on his face.

Oh boy here it comes. I thought to myself

"1 week, better get packing!" he chuckled and his attempt of so called humor, and got up to go onto the porch.

I ran up to my room and started shoving stuff into boxes and labeling them, according the contents inside of them.