Hello My Name Is...

1] Hello My Name Is...

I ignored the aching pain in my spine and splintering headache behind my eyes from the five hour flight to Atlanta. My headache made worse by an angered baby near my aisle seat, and a preteen behind me who against my explicit wishes continuously kicked my seat. I could not find another possible instance in which the flight could have been worse.

            "Alexa, we've touched down! My buddy from college is picking us up. I know this trip has been hard on you, but please don't take it out my friend's family," my Dad said pulling me away from my thoughts.

            A trip through baggage claim and we were free. Atlanta, Georgia my new home, a phrase still slightly foreign on my lips.

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Two long days later and our items arrived. Two obviously worn out men with sweat trailing down their shirt sleeves and foreheads slowly unpacked the truck. My mother greeted them with a forced smile that did little to glaze over the pure annoyance written across her features. She had expected our things immediately even if they had to travel by car the same distance we had in the air. Her time and schedules were worth more than relationships even when our family was involved.

            "Alexa Livingston get off the floor and come help your father bring the things inside!" My mom snapped before barking out more orders to the men.

            I rose slowly from the floor. Specifically the corner I had inhabited for no less than the two days we had waited for our furniture and hurried over to the back of the U-Haul truck. Ignoring the cramping in my legs and back I ran into my dad working at pulling a box from the back of the truck. Glasses and hair plastered to his face by the moist southern heat. Offering a small smile of support, I looked back at our house, my new home, sandwiched between a matching colonial style home and a larger modern home.

"Alexa you're no use to us daydreaming so you might as well take this to our next door neighbors," my mother shouted from behind me. Thrusting a basket filled with cookie baggies no doubt filled with cards to acknowledge the fact that the infamous 'new family' had arrived. I was in no mood to thwart the thousands of questions that would come my way, nevertheless I gripped the basket and headed towards the colonial house beside us.