Living With a Sweetheart

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We're at the airport, and all I see are people rushing to their plane, while I'm sitting here taking my time.

"Dad, when can we just go?" I ask, looking at all of the hurrying people. "Soon, sweetheart. Why do you wanna hurry? I thought you loved Florida." "I did before we had to move to a small state that always snows," I reply, resting my elbow on the chair. "Colorado is not a small state, in fact, people go there every winter for skiing. It's known for skiing and winter activities," my Dad says, rolling his eyes and grabbing a newspaper from the table. "Just, I wanna go before I have to be sad about Florida any longer. I'm going to miss my friends.." I finally answer, looking at the stack of magazines. "Don't worry, you'll make better friends at Colorado."

I roll my eyes, and curl in a ball. My mom then comes back, and gestures us to follow her. We do so. We walked into the plane, and sat in our seats. "Mom, will you be there for me if I ever need you?" I ask, holding her hand as the plane takes off. Mom looks over at me, and smiles her grin she always does. "Always."

I smile, and sit back in the chair as the plane reached the blue sky. I took a deep breath. "I hope I'll meet better people.."

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My Mom slightly shook me. I perked my head up and rubbed my eyes. "Are we there already?" I ask, looking outside. "Already? My gosh, you were asleep for at least four hours silly," Mom replies, getting up and grabbing our suitcases. I got up, and stretched. "Where's Dad?" I ask, grabbing my suitcase with Mom and heading out the plane. "He said that he'd meet us at our new home. He had a meeting for the Sheriff of the A.P.D," Mom explains, grabbing the cage Geo was in. "Oh," I say, rolling my eyes along with a sigh. "Don't worry, Dad won't be with the police men 24/7," Mom says, kissing my cheek. I shrug. "It isn't just that, Mom. It's the damn schools, and the people here. Just look at them," I say, pointing to an angry group of people. "Honey, nothing will be like that. I promise," Mom says, locking eyes with me.

I smile and nod. "Alright." Mom then puts her suitcase down, and signals a Taxi. "Your father rented a house for three months. That should be enough time for us to earn enough money for an actual house," Mom explains, as the Taxi pulls up onto the curve. I nod. As we opened the taxi car, the driver looked back at us. "Money?" He immediately asked. Mom checked her purse. "Fudge, I gave my wallet to your father.." My mom said, looking at me. The taxi driver then drove off. "Guess we're walking."

"Mom, I'm just going to walk around and get the vibe of Colorado," I tell Mom, gesturing her to leave me alone. She nods, and walks the opposite way of I. I look around, and all I see are people in groups attacking civilians, gangs, and drunk people coming out of a bar. "I'm not in Florida now."