When Everything Changed (Currently Rewriting)

2. Let's Toy with Barbie and Ken - NO!

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CHAPTER 2 | Let's Toy with Barbie and Ken - NO!

"So, how was school yesterday?"

"Fine."

"Any new friends?"

"Sure."

"How do you like this town so far?"

"What's to like that is temporary?"

I have heard and answered the same questions for the past ten years. Same questions being asked for the first few days after moving. Honestly, it is getting pretty tiring to the point where my answers seem robotic. 

Mother and Father had been trying to pipe up a conversation with me the whole mealtime. I would rather skip breakfast and head off, but I am not that rude and disrespectful. I have my manners, which I use most of the times when it is certainly needed. 

"Have you talked to your old friends?" Mother asked from across the table.

"Nope," I say, popping the 'p'. Like I would remember, I added mentally.

"But, don't you remember Brandon?" Father protested from my right. "You two used to be inseparable."

Brandon. That name kicked some familiarization in my gut. See, this is the disadvantage of moving a lot. This is the advantage of 'new people and new places'. I would love to remember this guy named Brandon - wait, actually no. Who am I fooling?

I couldn't care less!

"So before, Brandon and I used to be inseparable? Then, currently, I have no idea of him or no intention of ever re-meeting him ever. Well, whose fault is that actually?" I asked with a smug expression. Of course it is my Father's fault!

"Emily! Do not speak to your father in that way!" Mother scolded. "Plus, what do you mean by no intention of ever meeting him again?"

"In life, people come and go. We need to accept that nothing is forever. Memories are sometimes meant to be wiped away," I say, then looked at Father. "This is life. Let's just suck it up!"

I pushed my chair backward; the legs scraped the wooden floorboard. I grabbed my book bag that was slung over the chair and put it on. "I am leaving. Lost my appetite," I say towards the people at the table. I flung the door open to the outside world and walked out into the crispy air. I rather walk to school where I could have some cooling time.

I tried to recall a time where my parents and I never had an argument. Ever since the moving began, and my parents never had time to tend to my happiness and need, I began to build up my walls. My brother was the only one to break through, because he is the only one that ever was by my side. He substitute my parents and became my happiness and need. 

He used to say I was an easy-going person. Now, I am the exact opposite. Well, do not blame me, but blame life. I just sucked it up! I had taken Father's words to heart. That is the only thing that my life revolves around: Accepting and just going with it.

I deeply love my parents to bits, but their actions and understandings stands as a hindrance. I feel their love through words, but never through actions. Yet, I still manage to have pieces of them in my heart. 

Soon, the great structure of school appeared in my view, snapping me out of my reverie. I hurried up to the entrance. This time, I quit inspecting the students for I decided its better if I shouldn't remember them. My hand was at the handle of the door, ready to open it, when a hand rested on my shoulder. I quickly turned around to see him.