Borderline of Feelings

1. Surprise

Allison Westlie, known in her school for her kindness, long brown hair with blonde highlights, usually bubbly nature, was now sitting in her living room, after coming home from a tiring school day, staring at her half-sober parents in shock.
                                           -Allison-
"Surprise Bitch, were moving to New York."
My mom, Carie , says.

"Your..your kidding right? Your only drunk..we can't..can't be moving? I responded.

"I'm not, we decided it was best for our business when we were sober.."
She says

"But my school, my friends I-

My dad throws his empty beer bottle inches away from my head crashing into the wall and breaking into shards on the floor behind me.

"Shut the hell up brat, we applied you to a new school and you'll make new friends..if I wasn't so tired id beat your ass for talking back, get to packing.."

If I left, who would pay for my friends shopping..? I sigh and walk up the marble stairs too my room.

"Those assholes..making..making me move, to a city an ugly city filled with criminal's.. Fucking hate them.."

I open my drawer, and put my neatly into a duffle bag..after I packed all my things I look at my walls..all the pictures I couldn't take with me...I sigh. Picking up one frame and stuffing it into my duffle bag filled with clothes. I pull my suitcase out my closet and open it up to fill my dresses and some pictures inside. After I finished packing up most my stuff having to leave some behind I put my filled up suitcase and duffle bag next too the door.

I put my, MacBook, headphones, Ipad, mini radio, and my dark blue old mp3 player in my backpack, yeah, just cause I was a rich girl didn't mean I only liked rich girl stuff, I hated The other pink obsessed, Barbie dolls who were so damn stuck up, no, doing things that would make me a pick me, Im just not obsessed on those things..

I sigh before putting on 'Kill Bill' by SZA, and singing along.

"I might kill my ex not the best ideaaa.."

Man I was gonna miss singing with my friends, I called them and  told them the entire sob story, they GOT ANGRY that I couldn't buy them Prada anymore and kicked me out the gc. Of course by Emily, she was a plastic witch anyways..I was used to being used anyway.. I spent like 6,000 on EACH of those 5 fucking snakes.

I lay down on my bed and sigh, I watch he moving truck pull up to get all the furniture..I mean, It wasn't that bad moving, my older brother went to school in New York so he'd move in with us when we came..I'll be going to the same school as Alexander..

After the moving people took all the beds and furniture to start setting it up in our new house in New York.
When my parents sober up, we load all are bags in the car and start to drive to the airport..they were nicer when sober..

"Hey, I mean, you'll get a fresh start? Y'know..? You'll make friend's quickly I know it.."

My dad says calmly , like he didn't just threaten to beat my ass early. I nod a little..we get to the airport and board the plane with all our things. I choose to sit next to the window seat and my parents sit infront of me and I watch as the flight attendant loads people on the plane.

I fall asleep as we take off..