The Impeccable Infinity

Chapter 2

Edited on 5/29/16

      "I don't wan't to go," I argue with Mrs. Armaro. It's been three months since the accident has happened, and my time is up. Today's the day I meet my new family and begin my new life - a life I'm not in any rush to start.

      It's not that I'm afraid of being the new kid or anything, in fact, I'm kind of beginning to embrace the idea of a fresh start. The thing that's getting to me is that I feel I have no home base - no place to go to get away from it all, or even, a place with my family.

      I've been stuck in the backseat of the agencies's car for the past three hours, driving to my new house. The back of my thighs are turning numb and sticking to the hot leather of the seat while my feet are beginning to get pins and needles. It's a discomforting feeling I wouldn't wish on anyone. The overbearing rays of the sun heating up the interior of the car also aren't helping mask the nausea I'm starting to feel from Mrs. Armaro's horrible driving either.

      "Haley, you know the deal. We gave you three months to pack up, say goodbye to everyone, and finish up your school year. You agreed to this. Besides, your going to be part of a wonderful family," Mrs. Armaro replies, trying to sugarcoat the whole situation.

      I give her a smug look and begin shifting around in my seat, leaning on the opposite side of my body while pulling at the seatbelt, which is starting to leave an irritating red mark on my shoulder from being so tightly secured. This car's beginning to feel like a death trap

      "Are we almost there?" I whine.

      "We're close. Only about twenty minutes away."

      I groan and take my phone out of my pocket, going straight to my camera roll. I push my finger down on the screen and begin scrolling through my pictures, all one thousand of them laid out right in front of me. Some of them were taken from past summers, some with my family on vacation, and some of just me and my friends hanging out. I study my facial expression in each one of them. We all look so happy - smiling and laughing while the picture was being taken. Little did we all know that we only had so much time left together.

     I begin to feel lonely when thinking about all of the people I left, and all of the people who left me. Everything changed so quickly, in a way that makes me worry about each passing day. I'll always have the pictures of friends and family with me, but it's upsetting that I'll never be able to see their smiles in person again.

      I put my phone away and tuck it deep into the pocket of my denim shorts before going back to staring out the window, thinking about my new life and new family. They better be as amazing as everyone is anticipating them to be. I didn't sign up for some housekeeper to yell at me every moment of the day.

      I press the temple of my head against the window, allowing the cold glass to relieve the headache that's quickly moving all around my skull and striking pain every time I try to think about my problems. My eyes slowly fluttered to a close, leaving me with nothing else to do besides wait for this car ride to be over.

      * * *

      "Okay, we're here! Wake up, your new life awaits!" Mrs. Armaro shouts giddily as we pull up into the driveway of the house, and from what I can see, it's impressive. It's surprisingly larger than I imagined it to be; with stone walls, a wrap around deck, and a large yard. So far, not bad.

      "This is it?" I ask, making sure we we're at the right house.

      "Yeah, pretty nice isn't it?"