New life, new love

Day one of forever. (EDITED)

"Ariana, are you even listening?" My mother asks me in a distant voice,

"What?" I ask returning from my daydream,

"Did you here anything that I just said?"

"Um, no sorry. I'm just stressed out about tomorrow."

"I know Ariana, I know. I'll repeat myself just this once." she tells me.

I nod and wait for her to continue, she sits down on the dark brown leather couch and adjusts the blue pillow behind her back.

"Tomorrow when you get to Cochrane high, you need to go straight to the office and they will bring you to the guidance councilors office where the councillor will then show you around the school."

"Ok." I nod, "What about Kelsey and Mike? How will they know where to go?"

"There will be someone at their school which will show them around, but stop worrying about them because its not them you should be worrying about."

"Oh my god," I sighed "I'll be fine. I'm sure ill find some friends and if not I'll eat my lunch in the bathroom." I joke, and get up from the chair I was sitting on,

"I mean it Ariana, if you don't like it here and you mess it up I will be profoundly disappointed and will have no choice but to send you away."

"I know." I mumble, she thinks that she has to continue to tell me this. The whole ride here she kept explaining to me that this was my last chance which I don't completely understand. Its not like I had a choice in the matter, I couldn't exactly stop anything from happening. I hate how she doesn't see that everything that happened in Florida doesn't effect her as much as it did me. This is just an inconvenience for her, a fuck up from her daughter.

I take a deep breath before walking up the stairs and to my room. I close my door and throw on my pair of grey jogging pants and oversized monsters ink hoodie. As I go to turn off my bedroom light there is a knock at my door. I open it to see that there is no one standing there.

"Mike, dammit! Stop knocking on my door!" I yell completely and utterly annoyed and slam it shut.

I turn off my bedroom light and use the light on my phone to step around the boxes filled with my stuff that litter my floor. I make it to my bed- without falling I might add- and slip under the covers. We only arrived late last night so I haven't exactly had much of a chance to unpack everything. Today we painted all the rooms in the house including our bedrooms. I decided to paint my room a light grey, who am I kidding I did not decide that my mother did. I wanted to paint my room a dark grey, blue or black but my mom told me that I would get depressed with those colours and chose something lighter. She does that a lot, she makes you think you have some options when really she's the one deciding everything.

Closing my eyes I let the tears pour from my eyes, there's no point in holding them back anymore. One falls and then another and another and before I know it a river of warm sticky tears are flowing down my cheeks.

I miss my old life, I miss Luke my best friend, I miss the long talks we had and the times we would stay up all night even if it was on a phone call just because one of us was sad or going for ice cream everyday Wednesday after school. I remember one time Luke's boyfriend had left him for his cousin saying nothing but 'I don't love you anymore' he was so broken so we skipped school and went to get ice cream, when we walked through the park a cop had seen us and chased us around the park for a good hour until we hid in the bushes. By the end of that chase we had ice cream spilled all over the fronts of our shirts. When I had gotten home later and my mom saw me she lost it, telling me that I would never skip school again and I got grounded for two months but making my best friend smile again meant the world to me. I'm glad I did it and have no regrets. I miss Carter my boyfriend, and all the Friday date nights and the hugs and the kisses, and I miss all of my other friends and my teachers and my family. I just want to go back to Florida but I can't, if I do it shows that I'm a disappointment and then I'd have to talk about it. I turn on my side and let the warm tear drops continue to pour from my eyes until I fall asleep.