"Look how cute your new street is!" My mother gushed about how wonderful the hell hole I was going to be living in was. She drove down the street pointing out all the 'fun' stuff i could do now that I lived in this small town in my rented house with my rented family.
"look at that park! oh it's so quain--" I decided now would be the perfect time to put in my headphones and not listen to her. So here I sit, a 14 year old American brunette with green eyes listening to love game by Lady GaGa in god-knows-where England going to live with god-knows-what kind of people. I'm exstatic. Well that's not entirely true, I know what kind of people they are. before my father died he worked with the father of this family in the buisness national of security or something like that, I guess we used to live in England (before I can remember) and I guess I used to have playdates with their two sons, Daniel and Peter. My mother had told me that Daniel was now 13 and Peter 15, so there wasn't a major age difference.
I got lost in my thoughts until my Mother pulled me back into reality with her screaming
"KATIIIIIIIIEEEEEE WE'RE HEEEEEEEEEREEEEEEEE"
I was taken back by her loud shrill voice and took out my headhones to meet my temporary family.
She pulled our rental car into the driveway of this two story brick house and put it in park then turned to me,
"Listen I know you probably aren't thrilled about coming to live here where you don't really know anyone or anything about the area but, right now I think this is what's best for you. After your father passed we moved back to America and we lived in the house where you were born so we could have a fresh start and try again, try for a new happier life. I didn't realize you were so unhappy there. You probably don't remember it here and our house here, but when we lived in this small town you used to be so happy and I just want that for you again! Sadly I can't live here with you because we JUST paid off the morgage. You'll be safe with the Harrisons, they'll be like your new family."
My mother finished her speech and had us both close to tears, I couldn't say that it was because I was going to miss my friends because well, I didn't have any. Even teachers hated me. I looke over at My mom and a single tear rolled down her right cheek but she quickly brushed it away and smiled at me
"It's best for you." Her voice broke and I wrapped my arms around her "I love you mom"
Her hair was the exact color of mine and so was her skin, we looked almost identical except her features were more aged. Same green eyes that turned blue when we were angry, same light brown hair with traces of red and gold, same plump red lips, the only thing I had that was Like my father was my height, my father and I were both a little on the short side.
"I love you too Caroline, now come on lets get your bags."
We both laughed, everything I owned had fit into one suitcase and a draw string backpack, so there was no need for help. We both wiped away our tears and I checked my makeup in the mirror above the passengers seat. Then with a swift motion both my mother and I opened the car doors and stepped out onto the rainy driveway. My black hightops hit the pavement with steady thuds and water splashed up onto my skin tight jeans. I felt the chill of november dig through my floral long sleeved shirt and jeans vest, I pulled the hood of my vest over my straight hair in an effort to keep dry.
We approached the door and my mom rang the doorbell. Almost immediatley a very beautiful woman answered the door and greeted my mother with a hug and seemed overjoyed to see her.
"Oh my gosh Karen I haven't seen you in forever hows everything?!" She had a very thick British accent and I seemed to be the only one to notice. weird. The woman ooked at me for the first time actually getting a look at me and not just glance, her jaw dropped and tears welled up in her eyes. why is everyone crying today?
