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June 15th a day of horrible news that I would never forget. All I did was walk through the door to see my mom sitting on the light brown sofa. Like my day hadn't been terrible enough.I lost my best friend and my boy friend and,now this. What ever this is.But i knew it wouldn't be better. This would be a time in life where you would think everything just keeps spinning and spinning.Just the cherry on top to make my world crumble to pieces.
My mom still sitting there trying to figure something to say. I look up at her through my straight light brown bangs. My brown eyes probably giving her a impatient look.What is it already! Instead of her talking she gave me a look. Not any look,THE look. The one I knew all to well.God not this again. This was the look had been tearing me apart, for at least eight years. My mind trying to think of something calming so I could make it through this. But it wasn't working.Nothing ca n change the facts of reality or my fate.Then my mom made things worse, by confirming it out loud.
“tell me that your lying.Tell me it's not true”i said eyes watering.
She replied getting up “we have to move,we can't afford it here.”
I shouted “why…why is it every fucking time I get use to something, or someone, it leaves me or we move to another spot around the world.On the bright you always have an excuse,right mom.”as I backed away from her hug.
She exclaimed “my job keep changing,bills get higher. You think I want this to happen.i want to be able to sit down and know when I get up every things gonna be okay when I get up!”
I replied “your use to it. You traveled the world as a kid,since you where three. But there's a difference you had a chance to make friends. Me I'll never have that chance”tears slowly began to fall down my face.
She yelled in a motherly tone now getting frustrated “you know what, stop acting like a child. Suck it up and,and start packing the stuff in your room!"
I shouted angrily as I ran up the stairs to my room. My thoughts started forming their own conversation. Why do we even bother packing and unpacking. All we're going to do is move again. Maybe because my mom enjoys torturing me. Why can't she find a stable job like a normal parent? Face it my family doesn't know what normal is.Can't she find a stable husband?not that she's slutty or anything. She just wasn't good at picking guys.
I started packing up the pictures on my dresser. My room is beautiful,NOT. Yeah it has a queen size bed with sheets made of Egyptian cotton. But all I have is a couple of posters on my wall with celebs on them. That's about it the rest was furniture. I really never unpacked much. which saved me time in the long run,as you can see. I just kept what I needed out of boxes. If someone gave me something,onto the dresser it went. While thinking about this I realized that I hadn't packed what was currently in my hand. I looked down to see a picture of me and my ex. I was wearing a red silver sequined shoulder drape top. With dark blue denim skinny jeans. My shoes where just some plain red converse. Me and Matt were at a teen club that night. Yeah I'm only 16.in the picture I was laying on his shoulder smiling. He was smiling too. I rubbed the dark black edge of the frame. I felt emotions run through me. I took the frame and threw it towards the yellow wall. When the frame smashed against the wall making a large crashing sound and glass falling all over.
My mom shouted “don't break anything or dent the walls. This ain't are house and you ain't home.”
I mumbled to myself “where never at home.”
I yelled “where is home?”
she said “metro,Indonesia.”
I thought Indonesia? The place where they walk in over sized sheets and they have bendeis on there heads. Great my nightmare just grew a whole lot larger.
