Heart's treasure

New home

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Ember's pov

I was tired. At least that's what I told my family, and would have told my friends had I had any. It wasn't a complete lye I just didn't finish explaining what I was tired of. Instead I let the person I was talking to just assume that I was tired from the lack of sleep. That was part of the reason since my memories had kept me up at night, a constant reminder of what I left behind, but that wasn't the only reason I was tired. I was tired of moving, I was tired of the different trends at each and every school, I was tired of tough show during the day and crying myself to sleep, but most of all I was fed up and tired of people in general and their lack of humanity. As everyone these days were so fed up with themselves and didn't give a d#%n about any one else.

Ever since mom and dad got divorced and I was "handed" over to my dad I have been moving ever since. Not that I blame my dad, he really does try, its just his job moves him all over the place; and every were he goes I am sure to follow. Yay me, not. I love my dad but every time I had finally gotten settled with friends and a boy friend who I really liked he would just pick us up and move us again. as the moves got more frequent I stopped my attempts at making friends and slowly faded into the background. You have no idea what people say when they think no one is around. BTW guess who no one is, ding ding ding that's right, I'm no one.

I just pulled up to our new house in my pick up truck, I love my pick up by the way, and my dad arrived in the U-haul shortly after with his car being towed behind. I glanced at the house not expecting anything extravagant, but had to take a second look to let my brain catch up with what I saw. this house was by far the best looking house yet. I was still gawking at in and hadn't realized that my dad had gotten out of the car to see what was taking so long. "Hey, sweetie, you alright?" dad asked as he opened my truck door. He then, after seeing my expression, started laughing. When I say laughing I mean full on hysteria. I gave him a blank expression back not wanting him to know that I was so surprised at him laughing. It had been along time since he had let his real laugh peek through his own mask of indifference, and it sounded really good. not like the half chuckle he normally gave, this laugh was loud and booming drawing all around to start laughing, even if they had no clue what was going on. It took all my will power not to burst out into my own fits of laughter.

Once dad had calmed down enough I asked him why we had gone to this house and why we weren't at the usual barely standing apartments we normally stayed at. he chuckled a slightly before explaining that he had gotten a new well paying job and that he had made a contract with the company to make it possible for me to finish my last year and a half of high school.

After my brain caught up to what my dad was saying I was ecstatic. not only did we have a new home that was a 2 story tall big modern building but we were also going to be staying here for a whole year and a half. last time we moved we stayed at that rickety old excuse for a proper home for only half a year so this was a huge step in the right direction for us. what could go wrong. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

AN: this is my first book I have ever written so please excuse any problems, or better yet kindly let me know so I can fix them. also I'm sorry this chap is short it is really late right now, but I really was itching to get the first chapter on its way. how you enjoy.