Ineffable//lh

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I never was fond of change. Maybe it was because I was scared of things that I wasn't familiar with. That was how my life had been, a simple routine. School, family, church. In that order. So what was I to expect when my life was completely flipped around in a matter of days?

It was a chilly September day when I left my home of seventeen years and flew across the world. Driving out of the gated community was when I realized how messed up this was. It was only two weeks ago when I came home to find my father alone in our house. It was then he explained to me how they had gotten a divorce and my mother had flown back to her hometown in Australia. Apparently they had been working on the divorce for months; ironically, my father was a very successful lawyer.

Even now as I climbed off the plane I couldn't believe it. How could someone that gave me life could disappear without notice in a day. So here I was walking alone in some overcrowded airport in Sydney. As soon as I saw her I knew this couldn't be good. She was always a perfectionist, but even now I could tell it had gotten worse. Her hair was pulled back so tight it looked painful, and her business suit had not a single wrinkle. I walked over to her and kept the same dull expression on my face.

"Paige, my goodness is it good to see you," She beamed as she pulled me into a tight hug. I wiggled out after a bit and sighed softly.

"Can we go? I'm tired and I don't feel well." I said as I leaned against my carry on bag. She nodded a little as we headed out to the car. It wasn't as bad as I expected really. But what was I to expect. We both climbed into her car, which was brand new which I might add. Neither of us said anything, there was enough tension between us as is. I knew she would probably be doing well finacially. She made much more than my father, as an anesthesiologist . She mustve found a job judging by the new and expensive car she drove into the gated community. I looked around at the houses and sighed. Back in the states, my father insisted we didn't live in mansions like these were. He was more reserved and instead decided to built a nice and cozy home. I preferred it over the oversized home that we parked in. I found it completed unreasonable for her to living here when it would only be the two of us. I sighed as I trenches inside and looked around. Everything was spotless.

I wandered throughout the house for a while before stopping at the last room on the right of a long hallways. I stepped inside and sighed in relief. This had to be my room, it was almost exactly like my old room. The walls were the same shade of grey and even had the same tapestry hanging on the wall besides my bed. At least something that would remind me of home.

My goal was just to tolerate this life until I was able to go back to the states and start college. I wasn't too fond of the whole custody situation, but I really didn't have a choice.

I spent the rest of the day inside my room unpacking and what not. I wasn't in the mood to be social and defiantly sleep was needed. After dinner I climbed into my bed and sighed. My life was officially starting tomorrow. I could catch up on my sleep tonight at least.

The next morning was uncomfortable to say the least. Due to my alright messed up biological clock, I was awake at 6:02 in the morning. I didn't have to go until 10 so this would just be a waste of time. I had managed to shower, dry my hair, watch an episode of Supernatural, and pick out an outfit by the time my mother came to check on me at 8:57. My mother was already ready to go. She was wearing a business suit similar to the one she wore yesterday, but this time in an unflattering maroon.

After a very brief talk with her I began to get ready. I changed into a black romper with lace patterns hidden in it and slipped a white cardigan over it. I wanted to look nice and hopefully give off a good first impression. I added some jewelry- bracelets and my cross necklace.