1000 phone calls. -Karlnap

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Words: 820( Brief 𝗠𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗮)

(𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐥'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕)

I sigh as my little sister asks for probably the tenth time today

"Are we almost there mom?"

with a frown on her face.

"Yes Elizabeth, around 15 more minutes"

she says with an annoyed smile.

Unlike my sister who was jumping in her car-seat from excitement.

I was not excited or happy to be moving to a new house.

I mean, it would provide a fresh start.

I wouldn't have to deal with anymore slurs or punches thrown at me.

But I liked our old house.

It was old and many people called it haunted. But, to be honest, it intrigued me.

I wince as I bang my head against the window as my mom hits a bump in the road.

"My bad sorry Karl. Though, that's what you get for day-dreaming all the time."

Her lips pressed into a smirk.

"It's not like I can help it ",

I muttered under my breath,

just quite enough so she couldn't hear it.

"You know Karl, that's probably why no one wanted to be friends with last year You're always zoned out in your own world".

I never had any friends at my old school.

I was always the outcast.

All because I was gay.

I didn't even come out as gay or anything.

The one person who I thought was my friend betrayed me.

It was my fault for being so unlikable.

I was always distant and was constantly getting bullied, causing people to be embarrassed when they hung around me.

Since I had no friends, there was nothing to miss when my mom said we were moving.

So here I am watching as the sage green trees whip past my window, often getting blocked by other passing cars on the road.

The car then turns into a neighborhood with houses that look like they cost millions of dollars.

My anxiety spikes as we arrive in the driveway of our new house.

My sister's head shoots up as she screams

"YAY WERE HERE".

I opened the door of our black Honda and stepped out onto the driveway.

I look down to see weeds sprouting out from the cracks, immediately annoying me.

I walked around to the other side of the car and opened the door. Unbuckling my sister's seat-belt and letting her out.

 I began walking to the back of the car before opening it and taking my suitcase and small box of valuables into the modern house.

The house was bigger than our old one, but was smaller than any other house on the block.

 It seemed to be a bit more rundown but was still an upgrade.

 See, I was glad mom had gotten a job promotion and all, but she had to move us into the richest neighborhood in the city.

 My number one priority in life is to not stand out and I will try my hardest to make that happen.

 I just hope that it won't be the same as last year. It can't be. I won't let it.

As I walked into the room that I can now call mine and set the box down, I couldn't help but notice a small shimmer in the corner of the room.

 I go and investigate the small light in the bare room before tripping over my own feet and smacking my head against the wall. "fuck" I say in a small voice holding my now injured head.

 As I got to get up I felt a small object digging into my hand, the same object that had caused me to injure my head.

 I pick it up with the hand that is not clutched on my head and examine it.

 It seemed to be a small ring with what looked like diamonds embedded in it.

 I flipped it around to see the letter K on it.

 I slipped the ring on before using my hands to stand up and walk to the freezer and get an ice pack for my throbbing head.

As I began walking back up the stairs, I heard my name being called from somewhere in the house:

 "KARL?"

I Immediately recognized it as my mom's voice.

 "YEAH?"

 I yelled back in a slightly less aggressive tone.

 "ME AND ELIZABETH ARE GOING SHOPPING.?"

. To be honest, I really wanted to avoid as much human contact as possible, so, I am definitely not going to ask to come. 

"OKAY"

 I yelled before going back up to my room.

I sit down on my newly set-up bed and think about everything that has happened in the past few months.

 From my mom and dad splitting up to the bullying that happened at school.

 "What will I do if that happens again?"

 My brain is filled with questions that I can't answer.

 So, instead of fretting about it while I lay on my bed, I might as well be productive and fret about it while I finish unpacking.

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