Lupus: Discoveries

The Move

I hate it.

I will start with that, I hated moving.

I hated that my dad died.

I hated that my(ex) step dad used to beat my mom and me.

Was it sooo hard to have a normal life?

Well that pretty much starts out my life. Im Makayla the hater of life. I was mad at the world. I could probably use a councilor. I was mad because of all the choices my mom made. I hated that my dad died and 9 months later she remarried a dirty bastard who beat her and just wanted her in bed. I even hated that she had to split with him too. I hated that we had to move from sunny California to crappy Minnesota. I hated most of all she dragged me away from my friends.

I hated a lot of things.

The door bell rang throughout the house, it was one of those doorbells that didn't ring but it shrieked.

I hated that doorbell.

Who could that even be? We literally moved here yesterday.

"Mikayla!!! Come down here!" I groaned and got off my bed surrounded by boxes, the boxes where stacked against the wall casting big shadows in the early morning sun.

I hated those boxes.

As I ran downstairs and saw who was at the door my breath caught and I almost fell down the last four steps. There was a girl that looked about my age at the door, she was stunning. I wasn't a lesbian but I could recognize beauty, her dark brown naturally wavy and thick with natural lighter highlights and deep summer grass green eyes.

I quickly ran down the remaining steps and to the doorway and stood next to my mom who I was now taller then. "Mikayla this is Isabella Tanner shes going into 11th grade just like you! She lives right next door!" My mom was smiling her head off, I wanted to wipe that grin right off her face, I also hated when my mom tried making my own friends.

"Alright I'll let you two get acquainted!" My mom practically skipped back to the kitchen leaving me and the strange but beautiful girl in the doorway.

"Hey I live right next door Im Isabella, call me Bella,or Izzy, or Iz, or Isabella. Sorry I talk alot" she outstretched her hand and I took it.

"Im Mikayla... You can call me Mikayla" I always hated not having a shorter name to go by.

"Do you wanna go walk down to the ice cream shop? Its right down the road." Isabella was friendly, I mentally made a note to become good friends with this girl.

"Sure just lemme go get my purse!" I spun around and my mom was right there with my purse. I stepped towards her and grabbed the purse "I would appreciate it if you could at least try not scaring my friends away" I muttered icily into her ear so Isabella couldn't hear.

I turned around and headed out the door slamming it behind me. In California I had very little friends because any time I tried bringing my friends near my mother she was either naked or yelling at my ex step dad.