To which a girl with mommy issues moves to Toronto with her dad for a fresh start. Ana'lia Smith a social pariah enters her sophomore year, starting a brand new life (or so she thought) at Degrassi Community School. A school full of Trauma, Growin...
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I'VE been living here in Toronto for about 2 weeks now and things were going okay so far. My Dad didn't have enough money for us to move so we stayed in his one bedroom home. He got the living room and I got the bedroom.
My dad was struggling terribly and although, he didn't want me to see it I saw it. I caught the eviction notice paper on the door as we were walking into the house. He told me not to worry about it and that it would be taken care of. We never spoke about it again. I can't help but feel like a burden even though I shouldn't. He could barely take care of himself, so how in the world could he take care of me?
I can't help but feel like all of this is my fault, with my dad working minimum wage and having to not only feed himself but me also, I know things were hard and it was nothing I could do to help.. or was it?
"I could get a job and help with bills or even groceries" I say pouring the last bit of milk into my bowl of off brand Honey Bunches of Oats.
He let out a sigh sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper "Kiddo, I don't want you worrying about these kinds of things. All I want you focused on is getting settled in and getting ready for your first day at your new school".
I opened my mouth to speak when the phone rang. My dad got up to answer, setting the newspaper on the couch. I grabbed my bowl of cereal walking to the dining table and sitting down.
I overheard him talking to a guy named Joey saying how he wanted me to meet his son and that we would be over there tonight for dinner. I furrowed my eyebrows because does my dad not know me? I am so awkward and although I should be open to meeting new people I'm not.
He walked back into the dining room and sat back down at the table as I got up to walk to the kitchen to put my bowl in the sink. Our living room and dining room's are connected so I could still see and hear him.
He had a slight grin on his face "So kiddo, we're going to be going to Joey's house for dinner. Is that okay?"
I looked at him with a confused look, furrowing my eyebrows, and picking at the skin of my lip with my teeth. "Um, sure?"
Like I've said before I am so not good with meeting new people and I get that it's bound to happen due to me moving to a new surrounding. It just kind of triggers my anxiety even though my dad said Joey isn't a stranger and I've known him since I was a baby. If I don't remember then it isn't true in my books.
My dad gave me a concerned look "Well um, okay I have a few errands to run be ready around 5."
I gave him a shy nod as he got up to go into the bathroom.
Moments like this with my dad made me kind of miss my mom in a weird way. With Mom it wasn't awkward..well at least when she was sober, But I didn't really know much about my dad with him moving away when I was 10.
