Leniphyll's Discoveries| J.J

[O.N.E]

•••• "Leniphyll, you're going, so get over it." The words ring in my ear as I hold the phone between my shoulder blade and ear. The sound of the other end cutting sounds through my ear, and I throw the phone at my flat, white wall.
•••• My mom is forcing me to go to Omaha Nebraska for the summer--with her boss--because my parents can't keep to themselves and not argue. By the time I come back in September, the divorce papers'll have only eight months until it is final. They should just suck it up, like many others do; like I do for school.
•••• Now mind you, everything I've ever known is right here, in Maine New York. My friends, my family, my softball team, and just in all; my life. Why couldn't I just get sent to summer school or something? That'd give them four hours to argue for five-out-of-seven days of the week. That's twenty hours in all, that's a lot of time, not to mention the time I'd be spending hanging out with the dipshits I call friends.
•••• Who in gods name needs twenty hours of arguing in just one week? I could go my whole life without any. Drama isn't something that interests me, and it never will. I'd rather sit at home with a can of root beer, hanging with a couple of the football players, as we shove our faces with pizza and watch Disney movies.
•••• "Leni!" Yelled a voice. I immediately recognize the voice as Yolanda, and grunt in annoyance. Yolanda is my mom's best friend and she's annoying. She's two-faced, and every time I try and tell my mom, she doesn't listen.
•••• At least she didn't call me 'little girl', again. I almost punch her every time she does. I did once, and I was forced to clean the gutters and replace the roof tiles on my house and Yolanda's.
•••• I could've had my mom charged with endangerment of a minor. Should've, too. Gosh, I wish I had.
•••• "Yes, Yolanda?" I emphasize on her name because I can, and I want to. Plus, because her name disgusts me as much to bring my body to shake and my teeth to shudder just thinking about her.
•••• "Your father said to be prepared by six-thirty. He doesn't have time to waste waiting." Shouted Yolanda. I rolled my eyes, and placed my union soccer team shirt in my suitcase. Sometimes I just want to shove a broomstick up her ass.
•••• I sometimes wonder if Yolanda and my father are having an affair. It wouldn't surprise me, in all honesty. I've seen the way she looks at him. It's like she's pleading for him to rip her clothes off and hotdog her donut right then and there.
•••• I hope she gets aids. She's rich anyways, she could afford the treatments.
•••• My hate for her isn't on the down-low. Not at all. Her daughter is just like her, too. Glad Margret spit in her food when she went through the drive threw at McDonalds. Oh god, good times.
•••• I finished packing my first suitcase, and I couldn't get it to close.
•••• "For fucks sake," I said as I looked at my black suitcase that sits on my white sheets. I climbed onto the suitcase, and sat down on top of it. I leaned forward, and attempted to compel the zipper to move forward in order to close the suitcase, "UGHHHH. What the actual fuck?!" I shouted as I let my head fall back as my leverage on the zipper increased and I pulled it forwards.
•••• This is ridiculous. This has got to be the equivalent to a camelopard attempting to stretch it's long ass neck to reach some leaves on the ground. Could this be any harder?
•••• I continue to pull, and I finally hear the 'zip' of the zipper, finally giving in and closing.
•••• "HA! That's what you get, you biotch!" I shout as I jump up and down, and throw my hands up with it. Yeah, I'm a little immature when I'm by myself, around nobody else. That's just who I am.
•••• I packed some more clothes and toiletries, before finally finishing, and deciding to get some food, since it was only five o'clock. I wish I had a fridge, stove, and microwave in my room. That easy; I wouldn't have to walk down the steps to the kitchen. Tragic.
•••• I walked down the stairs, and through the hall to the door in the back, where the kitchen was placed. The door was white, and tall. Hah, it kind of reminds me of Daniel Cudmore. Oh, that boy is fine.
•••• I opened the door, and hugged it. "I'll miss you, Mr. Cudmore." I whispered as I made myself cry. For someone who doesn't like drama, I'm definitely melodramatic.
•••• I walked to fridge and grabbed a blueberry icee from the freezer. Gosh, I just can't wait to indulge this magnificent piece of love. I grabbed a spoon out of the silverware drawer, and walked into the library.
•••• Yeah, we have a library. Don't even ask. My dad uses it for study, and my mom probably does, too; however, I'm not sure, I truly don't even know what my mom actually does for a living. Shame, again.
•••• I sat down at one of the computers, and typed in Omaha Nebraska. If it's anything like the pictures, I'm gonna have a lot of sights to take pictures of there.
•••• Photography was apart of me, and believe me, I didn't plan on leaving my beautiful, Nikon D3200 camera behind, while I go to this new state with new cites for three months. Nope, not happening. Just physically impossible.
•••• But I mean, it could be completely different. For Philadelphia, they only show center city, and trust me when I say this, it's not at all like that-all over. When I went to go see my gramma before she died, I went there, and it wasn't the healthiest place to live.
•••• I finished my icee in a matter of minutes, and burped in delight. That was so delicious. Ugh, I wish the taste would just last forever. Did you know, if you put the food on the back of your tongue, the taste is stronger and last a little longer? It's because of those huge tastebuds we all have at the back of our tongues. Also known as circumvallate papillae.
•••• I went back up to my room around six, and I dragged all my luggage downstairs. It took me a little while, but I eventually achieved it, even though it was hard.
•••• I put on some black sweatpants, and a Disney hoodie on, and grabbed my grey uggs. I walked downstairs, and I sat with my luggage waiting for him to get home. He was here fifteen minutes late--no surprise there--and was complaining about how I didn't bring the suitcases outside. My family is driving me insane.
•••• I hugged my mom, before getting inside my dad's car. He turned the engine on after loading the luggage into the car, and getting in. He turned to look at me and smiled.
•••• "You ready to go?" He asked, and I nervously nodded. I hope nothing goes wrong. If my mom trust these people, I guess I should too.
•••• Even though she has an extremely bad judgement in character; Yolanda for example.
•••• It'll all be okay, Leniphyll. I repeated to myself, trying to convince myself. I didn't calm though. My nerves were on overdrive, and they'd be for the next nine hours.
•••• I can't wait to just get there, and get in a bed, and sleep away the summer. Now that wouldn't be happening, if I was able to just stay in my hometown.

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First chapter. I hope you lovelies enjoy. Byyeee, thanks for reading (: