𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 - 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 ❦︎

Moving In

"But mom! Please can we stay here?"
She scoffs, slamming her fist against the island of our kitchen. The huge one in the huge house we've lived in since I was born.
"Ellis! I've already told you! We are moving and that is final!"
She screams in my face, her words like knives in my heart.

I can't leave the place I love. All my friends, even my crush? And my favorite teacher, Mr. Figuirin? I'll die. But then again, cell phones do exist.
"But-"

She waves her hand in the air, giving me an evil look I know all too well.
"Don't argue with me, Ellison. You will be moving whether you like it or not."

She screams, stomping her left foot on the oakwood floors. I sigh, rolling my eyes at her.
"And don't roll your eyes at me, young lady!"
I do it again behind her back, I'm 17. I'm not even an adult yet. What the hell is she thinking anyways? I wonder if she even knew we'd be moving when she applied for this company. Bunch of pricks though.

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*2 days later*

I zip up my suitcase, the moving truck already packed and on it's way to our new house. The untrustworthy moving company charged my mom alot, good thing she's fairly average amounted in money. We survive good enough.
"Ready?"

She shouts down my hallway. I exhale, sad to leave my childhood home. But then again, there's some things I'd rather leave behind here. Like my dad's death. But that's a story for another night. I tear up, my head hung low as I walk down the hall to my mother. She lifts my head up by her thick skinned fingers, the bones still poking me.

"Don't cry honey, I know your dad is on your mind. We can better momories, and maybe it will be better for us to start over, you know?"
Her words don't encourage me about the move like she'd hoped when she said them. But I know she's right.

I can only wait and see. She links her pinky with mine. Her rounded face and perfectly sculpted jawline. It's where I get it from. My mother is pretty. On the outside. Not the inside. But nobody but knows that but me. And well, maybe dad too. I mean after all, she is the reason he won't be seeing Leipzig with us.

But again, that's another day's story. We walk out of the house, tugging our tightly packed suitcases behind us. All our essentials in with the clothes, ' Just incase the movers take forever. ' Mom told me last night. Just incase.

We lug our heavy bags all the way down to the office, Mom opens the door for me, allowing me in first. Of course. I walk in akwardly, standing against the wall as the clerk and me make hard painful eye contact. Grumpy Mr. Schwartz. Going to totally miss him.

Mom lets the crappy door slam behind her, startling me from my stare at the old man.
"Mr. Schwartz, here's our key."
Mom says, almost in a whisper. I wonder why? He half nods, almost as if tipping his non-existent top hat. We take this as our cue, walking back out, and to our car.

A nice enough car to get us acrossed the country to the new city. But not really a big city, that's going to be a huge adjustment. Huge. Mom unlocks the trunk, taking my bag from my grasp and stuffing it in the small space we had, stacking our suitcases. Great.

I shrug, plopping into the backseat directly behind mom. Just so she couldn't see me when I was on my phone. The only hopes I had for Leipzig was finally finding a boy. I don't even care what he's like. Actually let me rephrase that. I don't even care what he's like as long as he's cute and respectful.

That's it. I've had maybe two boyfriends here in Berlin. Every boy is beyond disrespectful, or a straight up douche. I definitely don't need it. I'm just hoping boys out there are different. And I'd like some better friends, mine have begun to neglect me anyhow. They probably will never even notice I've moved.