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Chapter one: Atlas

Some times, I wish I was just a cloud. It's dumb, I know. However, I just want to be without a care in the world, floating with no worries. It sounds so nice. Unlike what's happening right now.

"Atlas Harriette Glover!" Calls my mother. "Come down here right now!" She screamed from the kitchen down stairs. With the house being empty, minus boxes everywhere, the echo of her voice could be heard across the pacific.

With a sigh, adding to my very much reluctance to go, I pocketed my phone and ran downstairs. "Phones were created so parents didn't lose their voices from yelling at their children, you know?" I joked, hopping on the island barstool.

"Atlas, I don't have time for this. You were supposed to unpack the kitchen and living room while I was gone at work." My mom scowled, looking at the not so started kitchen and the halfway finished living room. I love my mom, a lot, but there are points I don't cross until I'm actually in the mood for it.

"I know.. I know, I'm sorry. But.. You also did say I could roam the neighborhood, and I did!" I exclaimed, only making my mother frown more. My exictement died quickly when I suck into the chair. "..I'll do it tomorrow, alright? I promise." I sigh with a frown to match my mother's. Her face softened before she matched my sigh.

"I'd love that very much, however you can't." She shrugged, placing her purse on the counter.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Did you forget already?" My mother laughs which makes me deepen my frown.

"Mom, seriously, what?"

"Tomorrow's your first day of senior year, Atlas.." My mother cooed like it was my first day of kindergarten.

In anyways, I usually would have groaned at her and begged her to stop but I was too focused on the news. The reason we moved here was because my father went to Cypress high school. My mom figured it would be good for me, to try and connect with my father in some way. I personally wasn't a fan, after all, my friends were all back in my old school, yet here I was.. miles away from my home. I guess, I'm not that upset, in a way. I only agreed because it made my mom happy. So in that way, the move wasn't a complete waste and disappointment. I'm not the only taking a trip to memory lane.

It took me a minute to regain my senses and excused myself from my mother's googoo-ing. When I came back to my room, the only other room unpacked, minus my moms, I fell on my bed. Watching the fan on my ceiling spin was more fun then I could imagine after finding out school is back.

I had to make a good impression, find people who.. who know the school and can help me. That's my goal this year. Whats life without exploration? And how will this start? Who knows. If no one can help, help yourself, my mom has said. Maybe she's right, but this year.. I'm trying the opposite, finding someone to follow. It's better than nothing, right?..