Eleutheromania | The lostboys

Murder capital of the world

Estelle always felt out of place with her family, even with her twin Michael. Michael was strange , you couldn't really put him into a category like you could sam. Sam was geeky and had a weird fashion sense but stelle cared for him and Michael nonetheless even when there mother Lucy favorites them. She never really liked her mother or her father, her father was to much of a drunk and her mother seemed to neglect her up until now, that's probably what stelle hates the most right now, the fact that her mother is trying to get to know her and be her best friend when she never cared before now. She didn't really care about the whole divorce and moving to Santa Carla thing which her brothers hated . They haven't stopped complaining especially sam.

It was a nice day with barely any clouds in the sky which meant that all the windows where down. Nanook had his head out the window next to where Sam was sitting in the backseat, Michael next to him zoning out but still listening to the conversation. I on the other hand was not listening with my combatant boots resting on the dashboard headphones in listening to a mixtape of my favorite rock and roll bands in my walkman. Mom kept switching the stations because nobody could agree on one " keep going" Michael and Sam complained  " next" they said as they skipped another song when mom found a station she liked she started singing " oh wait this one is from my era Groovin on a Sunday afternoon" " keep going!" they said looking at each other " definitely not" I mumble to myself even though I can't hear the music that well with ramble on by Led Zeppelin blasting in my ears. Mom then changes the conversation to me once again, truthfully it was only the 3rd time she has talked to me during the move other than for  important reasons but that was still to much in my opinion." aren't you hot in all that leather Essie?" She says as she pushes my feet of the dashboard. I put my feet back up on the dashboard,I don't bother listening to her when she calls me Essie hoping maybe she will finally understand that I hate being called that. And as for being hot in all the leather I'm wearing I'm only wearing a black leather jacket with patches of bands on the back with a cropped Sex Pistols shirt and ripped Jeans, I've always hade had a grunge style I don't know why she brings it up so much really. " did you hear me?" " yup" I say growing mad by the second." look we're almost at the house" she says changing the conversation as we pass the welcome to Santa Carla sign. Both me and Michael turn around and look at the back to the sign as we drive away. Mike turns back around with a worried expression on his face I turn around with a smirk on my face after reading murder capital of the world on the back of the sign.

Maybe Moving won't be so bad, maybe I can finally be free in this town