impossibly impossible [m.c]

one - settling in

"I promise, i'll come visit or you can come here for my birthday, we can go to a bar or a party or something," i wedge the phone in between my shoulder and my head, my family and i had just moved in and i was just finishing unpacking. We had decided that moving to a smaller neighbourhood would be better for us, mostly me. But i liked it here, many trees and im assuming it was a forest. It was a small town so everyone got the catch of the "new girl".

My friend Stella couldn't wait more than two days to call me, very very impatient, just like me.

"Yes, please, i just want to drink away all of my problems right now." She says into the phone eagerly.

"Why is that?" I question, stella is a party person, she loves to get down and groovy, me on the other hand, not so much.

"Because, well, first of all you just moved away! How ok earth will i survive in school without you! Secondly, Blake, being so far away and never calling is so stressful, you know?"

I hum an 'mhm' into the phone and continue unpacking my clothes from my luggage to my dressers.
"He's probably touring around still, Stella, its only what like 2 weeks?"

"Thats a lon—" she began, she says it every day.
"A long time, Stel, I know. Anyways, i have to go now. Don't call yet, i have to unpack! Love you, talk later bye." I hang up the phone and throw it on my bed.

I had finished unpacking and decided to head down stairs. "Mumma, do you need any help with anything?" She was currently setting away all the dishes in the cupboards, and my father was outside bringing in the furniture.

She lifts her head up for a second but puts it back down, no, sweetie I should be okay for now." She lets out a laugh and glances out the window "your father looks like a chicken with no head out there."

I laugh at the sight of him looking all around for the couch when it was really already inside. I let out a relieved but frustrated sigh.
"You already miss her, huh?" I nod and so does my mother in sync, you know what they say, mother knows best.

Silence fills the rooms, but it was soon broken by the sound of my dads yell. I jump up from my chair and run outside, my mother not too far behind me.

Outside on the ground is my dad with out fridge on top of my dads legs. I quickly grab one side of the fridge and my mother mirrors my actions. "What were you thinking you can carry this on your own!" I yell, he starts to chuckle but you could tell he was in pain.

Once we helped him up my mom decided it was vest just to take him to a walk in clinic to get some ex rays done on his foot, where most of the fridge has landed.

I had promised that i would have dinner ready and all the dishes put away by the time they had gotten home. Dinner was plain, pasta with salad, typical thing to have in an Italian home, and it isnt very exciting.

Humming to one of my favourite song always keeps happy to be doing chores. I mean, who doesn't like All Time Low?

The sound of the door opening and closing tells me my parents are home, i lift my head up from my work and spin around to greet my parents "Hey mom! Hows dad doing?" But when i turn around nobody was there.

"Hello?" I swear to god I hear the door open. "Mom? Dad?" 

Im not crazy, right? Because i know i heard that door open.

"Hello?" I repeat a little louder holding he 'o' sound.

I guess i was imagining things I do sometimes check my phone because I think that it dinged from a text message, when really nobody actually texted me.

I shrugged and returned to cutting up the cucumber to put in the salad, a little paranoid, but i kept reassuring myself that it was nothing and it was just my imagination.

I grip my knife and spin around when i hear the sound of footsteps behind me, nobody was there. "hello? w-who's there?" I begin to get paranoid, but insist its just my imagination. I try forget the noises and turn on the tv news loud to tune me out. Finally i return back to cooking.

When i thought everything was quiet and normal again the door opens "holy shit who the hell is it." I turn around and see it was my parents face through the glass windows next to the door. I roll my eyes and cure under my breath.

bloody hell...

I hear someone chuckle but both my parents were silent, what the fuck? I look to my left and the chuckling stops. I push aside my silliness and childish thoughts and hurry to the door to help my father.

"thanks for making dinner sweetie," she says, she gives me my dads hand and i lead him to the couch, my mother to the stove. "mmm pasta smells good, mumma approves." I laugh and take and grab a cup of water for my dad and set it on the coffee table next to him.

He smiles and i mirror his actions "thank you, Acadia."

once everything was done and prepared at the dinner table, we all sat down as a family. My friends at my old place never sat down with their family to dinner they'd either go up to the room or go in the dinning room instead, in my house, family time is the most important time.

my mother twirled a fork full of pasta "youre going to school on Monday, Amelia." She says taking a bite from her fork. My middle name is Amelia, i like it better when people call me that, so at school they use to call me, Amelia Acadia Lombardi instead.

I groan and glare at my mother "i know, thanks for the reminder."

"Make friends!" My father chimed in, i gave him a playful glare and nudged him, returning to my dinner.

"Ive met the parents next door, their son is young and they were looking for a babysitter for tomorrow night, i told them you wouldn't mind. do you think you could do that, they offered to pay." My mom says, i glance at my father and he nods.

"Did you decline the pay?" I asked, my mother nodded, along with my father. I throw my hands up in the air "goddamn, i was so close to making money, now im not. Eh, its alright."

"Anyways," i begin "how do you know this kid isn't a brat, mother." I roll my eyes in a playful way, she mirrors my action. "Boy or girl?"

"Boy." She quickly responds "hes about 11 i think, but a total sweetheart, loves soccer and hes so funny, i just wanna eat him up."
My father rolls his eyes at my mother, criges at the fact that she said she would eat him, knowing my mother she actually would try to eat the kids feet. baby fever.

After we had all eaten like pigs, i helped clean up and my mom washed, i rinse and dried. I ran up to my room once we were finished, i gave both my parents a hug before i went to bed. I open my rooms door. I scrunch my eyebrows together.

what the living hell?!

both my windows were open and my photographs from my family scrapbooks were sprawled all over the floor.

I think to myself, i know i left my windows shut and everything was cleaned before i went downstairs, who did this?

"Mom!" I yell, "were you or dad in my room today."
"No!" Both of them call back, i didn't need to ask if they were because i knew they never were, who was it?

Maybe i did and just forgot about it, today has been a long day and the lack of sleep may be apart of it.

looks like i need more sleep tonight, i shut my lights off and closed both windows, just as i shut my eyes one of my windows flew open.
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this was crap i know, but they'll get better i promise. this was just kind of a introduction.
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