"Do you ever shut up?"
I screamed at my alarm clock as I threw my pillow at it. 5 a.m. is not the time I want to be getting up.
"Cara? Honey are you up? You have to be at the airport by 6:30. You still aren't done packing everything." My mom said as she came in to make sure I was awake.
"Yeah Momma. I'm up, but not awake." I replied, placing my pillow over my face to block out the light my mom turned on.
"Cara you need to get up. You can't miss your flight to L.A."
Oh crap. I totally forgot. Well not totally. I'm moving to L.A. today to start the job of a lifetime. I got hired as an assistant editor for 'The Regency', Americas finest magazine company. I'm only 20, so beating out all of those wise, professional editors for the position was a miracle.
My friend Aria works for 'The Regency' as a photographer. She's been with them for 3 years now, and she's part of the reason I got the job. Aria's 2 years older than me, but we grew up going to high school together. Every memory I have of my childhood most likely has her in it. Well, until she graduated two years ago and left me in the dust to run off to L.A. and meet hot guys. But that's beyond the point. I still love her.
"Come on Cara, you only have an hour before we leave. LET'S GO!" My mom yelled as she hit me with a pillow. The soft cushion felt like my mom was throwing a bowl full of feathers at me but that's okay. At least she tired.
Gosh how I love my Momma.
Don't judge me, I can call her Momma if I want to. After all, I am technically from the south. If that means anything to society. Eh, I don't care. I do what I want.
I climb out of my nice, lovely, warm bed that I won't be sleeping in for a while. It's sad to think that this is the last time that I'll be at this house for a while.
Luckily me and Aria are rooming together when I get to L.A. cause heaven knows I'll probably spend a majority of my money on food and clothes. But that's okay, cause I'm an adult and this is America and quite frankly I do what I want as I have already established.
I finish packing up some last minute things into my three giant suitcases. Hey, don't judge. I like stuff.
I take one last look at my childhood room. The room I grew up in and grew to love. I remember all the play dates I had and all the times Aria would come over crying about boys and we would way ice cream sitting on my floor. The grey walls were covered in pictures of me and friends from the last few years. I glance over at my red chair in the corner and see the plush teddy bear that my ex-boyfriend got me three years ago.
Aria tells me that I should trash it but I don't see the point. It's a really good stress reliever when you want to punch something.
I pull my long blonde hair into a bun and put on some makeup. I put on some red leggings, black heel booties, a white t-shirt crop top and a black blazer. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I walk downstairs.
"Damn I look good." I say as I walk to the kitchen.
I grab an apple, for I am not a breakfast person, and head to say bye to my Momma.
My dad passed away two years ago from lung cancer. It hurt me so bad to lose my daddy, cause I was your typical southern Daddy's girl. I loved him more than words can explain. I still do love him even though he isn't here anymore. Although, I believe he is still here with me, watching over me.
I promised him that I would never give up on my dream of becoming a big name editor for a magazine or newspaper company. And that is just what I did. I hope you're proud of me Daddy. I tried, and I did it.
I saw my Momma sitting in the living room looking through some pictures.
"Hey Momma." I said, sitting down beside her.
'Hey sweetie. I just.. I still can't believe how far you've come. You've worked so hard and just know that your Daddy would be so proud of you. So so proud." She replied.
"Awh Momma. I love you so much and I'm going to miss you so much. Are you sure you're going to be okay by yourself? I mean, with your heart murmur and everything." I asked.
"Yeah. I'll be as perfect as a peach. I love you so much more and I'm going to miss you so much more." She said as she gave me a kiss on the forehead.
"I better go before I start crying." I said as I stood up.
"Okay. have an amazing time in L.A. and text me as soon as Aria picks you up from the airport. Call me often sweetie." Momma waved as I walked out to my car.
"I love you Momma. See you soon"
"I love you more darling. I hope to see you soon too."
And with that I drove off towards the airport. Tears starting to brim my eyes. I'm going to miss this place.
