Goodbye Comfort Zone

Chapter 2 // The cherry on the milkshake

The one week of trying to forget that California wasn't gonna be the country to shelter me anymore was horrible. I couldn't stop thinking about it and i saw that my parents wouldn't change their mind in any way. Apparently, dad's work was extra important to the whole family. Tell that to the hole in my heart. During those seven days before the family was gonna come check out my house, i didn't talk any more than i needed to to my parents. Whenever they tried to apologise, i cut them off. I loved them, and i wanted to forgive them so i could stop ignoring them and we could go back to the happy family that we used to be but i couldn't see how to do that. When they were taking away the one thing i ever needed, how was i supposed to love them?

On the third day of trying to forget about it i gave up and was drowning in my alone time. There had to be something i could do to stop this, right? I realised that there was no way to prevent this. So it was better for me to use my few months wisely. I was gonna do what i could to drag my remaining time in California on as long as possible. And i thought of one way to do just that when i was at school blindly copying notes from the board into my journal.

Idea number one : stall the selling of the house.

I didn't know how i was gonna do that. As soon as i started trying to think of ways and started planning, time passed so quickly it was hard to believe i barely survived the previous two days of trying to forget the upcoming because the days dragged on too long. But now since i was trying to do something about it and i didn't win the race against time. By Sunday i still didn't have any clues as to what i was gonna do. I wasn't about to abandon the plan yet though, so i just decided to wait it all out. Hopefully i'd figure something out miraculously. Like bibity-bobity-boo, my magic carraige for the palace.

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As much as i didn't want to stay in the house and watch some family come and buy it and take away all my memories, i had to if i was gonna want some inspiration on how to stop whoever's buying my house...from buying my house. I warned my parents not to talk to me during the thing and my brother was in the kitchen, fixing some drinks. I, for one, didn't see the need to offer refreshments. Those people that were coming, were basically thieves. I sat myself down at the coffee table near the living room sofa with my phone armed in my hands and my earphones stuck into my buds. I was so glaring at whoever showed up to check out MY house.

Five minutes and this casually dressed family entered. A woman, a man and a boy around my age. The boy had his head bowed down looking at a book and that caught my attention. I didn't know teenage boys even read. Well, to be fair, i didn't know what anybody at our school did. Let alone, boys. Not social, remember? And then i got mad all over again, my momentary distraction disappearing. This family was just coming in to steal the place where i made all my memories and the place i lived in for seventeen years. Shouldn't that count for something? I glared at the guy. And the woman, and then the teenage boy. Well, at the boy's hair actually. He never even looked up from his book and i hated him just from the way he walked. He had a hand in his jeans pocket and the other placed under his book. I would be surprised if he even knew where he was. That kind of person did not deserve my home. I can't believe i was told to clean up my room for this. My dad came in on saturday and told me to make my room neat whether i liked it or not. I settled on not doing so just in case that family was those type of neat freak people and seeing a messy room might downgrade their attraction to my house. I even messied it a tiny more (by displaying a couple empty chip packets throwing my blanket on the floor) but thirty minutes ago when i went to use the washroom in my room, i saw that my bed was tidied, my desk was cleared and my floor was wiped. My floor was literally shining. I should have known my parents would suspect i wasn't gonna listen and tidy it themselves anyways. I had to clench my teeth in anger. My parents were unbelievable. Now i don't even get my privacy? I finished my glaring session and tried not to think about the fact that there were strangers in my house that wanted to take it away from me. I focused on the music playing through my ears and automatically lip synced the lyrics to the song as i texted Jean. I was singing another one of my favourite songs as my parents and Eric led the 'guests' to each room and to upstairs.