Ignorance

Piano's POV

"At night when the stars light up my room
I sit by myself talking to the moon
Trying to get to you
In hopes you're on the other side talking to me too.
Or am I a fool who sits alone talking to the moon?"
-Talking to the Moon, Bruno Mars

"So I don't know how else to say this but..." my mom paused with a hesitant look on her face. "We are moving to England!? How does that sound?"

I faked a smile, "Great Mom, if you're happy then I am too..."

Fantastic... Now I'm going to have too start from scratch, new school, new teachers and way of learning. Not to mention that it's from fucking North Carolina to another continent, Europe. What am I supposed to do now, I can't-

"Honey, I'm so glad you're okay with this, I can't tell you how happy I am now that we will have a fresh start. A new everything and we will be together without any worries. We leave in 3 weeks." She smiled and walked out of my room.

I guess packing won't be that bad, seeing as we only have a two room tiny yet cozy apartment. If I'm being honest with myself it won't be that torturous, I only have one priority and that's my mom. My mom is my best friend and I can't imagine life without her.

We've been close ever since I was born, I was always a mama's girl. It's gotten really hard this past year, when my dad who worked at a grocery store, was in a robbery. He was very committed to his job and protecting people and their money, he wouldn't let them get the money and so they shot him 5 times in the chest. My mom was a stay at home mom and then she had to get a job as soon as possible, on top of my dad dying. She would cry herself to sleep everynight. She missed him and nothing could ever fill that hole in her heart now.

Although I wasn't as close with my dad, I was really depressed which led to me not caring anymore. I dropped all my friends and zoned out from the world. Ignorance is key, or so I tell myself.

All I do now is lay on my bed, listen to my favourite bands and focus on getting good grades so I can get a scholarship for college. So yeah, I guess that's the story of Piano Mendoza...

*3 weeks later

"So I guess this is it..." My mom said and patted the entry of the doorway into the apartment. She looked at the apartment with tears in her eyes then turned around to hug me. "I'm going to miss this place.", then she hugged me and we moved out the door and to the taxi.

The taxi drove us to the airport, where I would sit on a plane for the next 8 hours board out of my mind (haha board like boarding a plane)... When I was looking out the window, I saw all the various colors. I saw my sad, pathetic, little life, and decided to let it all go in that plane, that was going to carry me across a whole ocean. Because in the end of it all I want my life to be is an adventure.
Sitting there on this huge plane and then looking below me and seeing all the what used to be huge things as small things. I realized that I'm just like that too! My whole life is blown up, but when I step back it all doesn't even matter. Not even to anyone, no one cares, I'm worthless and I'm ok with that. I'm that micro Eiffel Tower on a keychain, that everyone pities. I'm worthless I said to my self again. Or so I thought...

I sat on the plane, thinking and thinking, until I was too tired to think anymore and fell into a deep sleep.