Happy

Somewhere New

"Yeah that's all of it." I say shyly, not realizing how mean I sounded. Great, now I have to act nice so my dad won't feel bad. "So how are Anna and the kids?" I say fast, referring to his girlfriend and her kids. "They're good, everyone is excited." He says loudly as he puts my guitar in the trunk. "Me too" I say while picking the black nail polish off my fingers.

Truth was, I'm just scared to move to my dad's house. I don't really spend any time with him and all of a sudden he just pops in my life like nothing happened. I hardly even know him and I'm going to live with him, his girlfriend, her kids, and a brother I didn't even know about. I can't believe I had a brother.. I wonder what he'll look like. He'll probably have those big brown eyes and dimples like me and my dad.

They seem like nice people, I just don't know them all that well. I break out of my thoughts and see my dad getting in the car. I look around, seeing an A&W my dad got me sitting in the cupholder. I don't even like root beer that much. I like Dr. Pepper. I feel bad that he didn't even know what drink I liked.

I look out the window, avoiding eye contact with my dad. He'd think I want to talk, and I don't. I just feel like crawling in a hole and dying right now. "Ready?" My dad says with a big smile on his face. All I manage to get out is "Yep", trying to sound as energetic as I possibly can. I even fake a smile so he feels better. I retreat back to looking out the window, my black hair flipping around annoyingly.

I want to roll up the window but I am too shy, so I let my hair get tangled and flap around in the wind. I look out the window and see a familiar gas station. Crap, we're almost there.

I tense up, almost shuddering at the thought of moving once again. I hated moving. This was move number 32. Maybe this'll be my last one for a while. We slow down and turn onto a road titled "Bird Rd".

Oh god, this is the road. I panic. What if they don't like me? What if they do like me? What if there's a zombie apocalypse and we have to vote on who to sacrifice? Obviously it'd be me. And to think I was prepared for the zombie apocalypse. I watched Zombieland like 30 times.

I look out the window, we're two houses from my dads. Shit shit shit. I need to calm down. I can feel my heart beating in my chest. I take a deep breath as we pull up to the driveway. I nervously scope out the place, it was a country house with lots of land. I could work with this. I loved photography. There was even a pond out front. I have to be honest, it was pretty cool.

But that didn't change the fact that we just pulled up to the house. The car stops and my dad turns it off, pulling the key out. I grab my bag and get out. We leave my stuff in the trunk to get later, and my dad goes to the door. I scuff my feet, trailing slowly behind him. He opens the door for me and I take a breath, this was it. My new home.