Whisper | h.s.

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A L E X

Every single person you will ever meet has at least one flaw. A flaw that they hate about themselves. Whether it's a physical flaw, or a personality flaw, everybody has one. Some people have more than others; I am one of those people. Every time I look at myself in the mirror, all I see is my flaws. My nose has no shape, one of my eyes is crooked, my lips are too small, my face is too splotchy, etc. That's when you know you have a problem.

Well, on December 11, 2014, my dad seemed to notice that I was depressed, mainly because I stopped talking two days before. He thought taking me to dozens of therapists in 4 months would have helped, but it didn't. So, he had another "brilliant" idea: moving. I myself, did not want to move, did not want to "have a fresh start." I hated to entire idea, almost as much as I hated myself. But, you can't really make your dad do what you want. So, we're moving from Los Angeles, California, to London, England.

I have only one friend, his name is also Alex, so not many people are sad about my leaving. Only four: Alex, his mom, his dad, and his sister Charlie.

"Alexandra, come downstairs, and help me carry some stuff to the car," my overexcited dad yells to get me to help him. I don't want to, but I obviously will. I carry myself lazily down the long staircase, and look at my dad with a cold stare, "Sorry. Alex," he corrects himself, so I don't have to pull out my phone and correct him myself. I grab a few boxes, and carry them out to my jeep. We're getting some things shipped there, while we pack up our clothes, and electronics with their chargers. Sadly, I have to let the jeep go, though. I am going to sell it, and buy another one in London.

I close the trunk of my car, and reach into my back pocket to grab my phone, to text my dad. I hop in the drivers side, and crank up the car.

A- I am going to drop off the stuff I have in my car at the plane

Sending; Delivered; Read.

D- Okay drive safe. Love you.

I didn't bother with responding. I put the car in reverse and headed off to the airport, to drop off these dusty memories of mine all packed in brown boxes.

A/N: Hey, I am still so sorry that I hadn't updated. So this is just a short little background chappie, so I can introduce you to Alex and her dad. I love you guys, and I will see you next time.