Hiiii this is my first ever fanfic and I really hope you readers enjoy it!
Sorry if it sucks.
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As I hauled the last box into the trunk I took one last look at my home. Memories kept on flooding back to my mind that had almost made me stay, but I had decided against it. I could see my mother watch me through the kitchen window with an emotionless face...like always, but this time was different. It was weird to see her like this. I could always tell how she felt, but during these past few weeks we became so distant. My Mother and I have always had a good relationship, despite fatal arguments. She was always there for me unlike my father. He was never home untily late at night when he always promised he would tuck me in at night and stay until I fell asleep. I try to not remember the fatal nights that caused me to be frightened and not safe. It hurt me to see my mother all alone now, but I had to get out of this town. A small town, Danville which I was born and grew up in. I'm 17 now and I need to leave the past behind. It causes to much emotion to be spilled when no one in this house actually seems to care what I think. Moving out to be on my own may just be the thing.
I looked back up to see my Mother gone from my sight. Not one word was spoken when the truck had pulled up yesterday. She new what was happening without a discussion. Not like she speaks that much to me anymore. I turned to see the middle aged man standing in front of me.
"Will we be going now Miss?" He questions.
I nodded and he pulled himself into the truck while I put all my personal belongings into my car.
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The drive had been longer than I expected. Well I am moving to Los Angeles, a good distant from home. There was traffic from time to time, which made me think of my siblings and wondering how they were doing. I grew up with three older brothers. I was blessed. They were the closest things I had during my childhood. Stephen was the oldest and I rarely see him anymore ever since he got engaged four years ago. Robert was the second. God I missed him so much. He was the one who always cracked the jokes and made me feel better. I could depend and trust him out of the three. My third brother, Nathan, had earned a scholar ship to college in the middle east. It ached to see him ago. He was mainly the only one who was home when I was little. I remember us sharing a room together, playing games with each other. and never wanting to leave each other sides. As the years went by he became more independent of himself, going to parties, and never being here when I need him. I couldn't call my two other brothers since they were busy with their own things. Not seeing him for 4 years made me bitter.
"Maybe he would want to get together sometime," I hopefully thought. I scoff and laugh at the thought of seeing him and felt liquid soon covering my eyes, but I refused to cry. I haven't cried in three years. I can't and I won't. He's the one who left I wont be the one crying out for him to come back.
I saw the truck in front of me take a right off the highway and glided through the streets while I followed closely behind. I took in the scene in front of me and noticed how different everything looked. I saw tons and I mean tons of girls in high heels. I quickly glanced down at my old black converse. Guess I forgot the memo.
I parked my car in the lot and climbed out. I quickly grabbed my belongings and walked out to see the man out and already getting the boxes out for placement. I first took a few boxes in my hands, as did he and walked up the flights of stairs to my new apartment. I was pleased once I entered my new home because it was very warm. Its mid January and I don't want to freeze my toes off. "Once I'm done with placing everything in order it will look more comforting and welcoming," I thought. I thank the man once more while waving as he got into his truck and drove off.
I took a hold of the box that was filled with my sweatpants along with another box that contained my bras and panties. I examined each room and noticed their was only one bedroom and the other room was the bathroom. The apartment wasn't exactly big, but I am only living here so it will do. The box had been open and took out a pair of black sweat pants. I usually don't wear a bra or underwear to sleep so I just took those off and slipped my pants on. I decided to leave on my shirt from today. It has been a long day and I am just too lazy to do anything right now.
There was my couch already in the living room so I grabbed a blanket that laid in one box and draped it across my body once I laid on the couch. I was so used to sleeping on this couch that it was like my bed. I never had a real bed and it still felt foreign to me to sleep in one. " My first night in my new apartment and I'm sleeping on this couch," I reflect. I am pathetic just what my Father said. I stared at the ceiling and managed to close my eyes and fall asleep.
