All my life I've been moving. All my life I've been living in different houses; some big and some too small to even consider a house. All my life I've been switching schools every year. All my life I've had to make tons and tons of new friends and then have to leave them, every year. All my life, I've never even had a life.
My parents are both consultants, which requires us to move from city to city and from state to state, so my parents can help various companies with management and marketing. My parents have always loved to travel, and of course I do, well, did. That was before we started moving almost every year. After a while it gets dull and insipid. It's a continuous process and I sadly can't do anything about it.
"Carmen, darling! Could you please go get those last two boxes out of the trunk?" My mom, Christine, shouts at me from the kitchen.
I sit myself up on my bed, and stare at the mound of boxes sitting in the corner, collecting dust. I've seen this way too many times before.
"Alright!" I yell back, and then hurl myself off of the bed and walk out of my room. The floor creaks vigorously as I do so, and I roll my eyes.
We moved into an extremely old manor, Berwick Manor, and let me tell you, this place is old. The wallpaper is chipping off the walls, the old wooden floors are nearly black of age and dirt, and moving a centimeter in this place sounds like an earthquake.
As I get down the stairs, walking carefully so that way the stairs themselves don't collapse underneath me, I see my mom cutting up red peppers for dinner and my dad sitting at the kitchen table with papers surrounding him.
"Tell me again why we moved to this old place?" I ask, stealing a slice of a red pepper and popping it into my mouth. My mom gives me the look and I raise an eyebrow at her.
"This was the only place that we could afford and that was up for sale in this town. And since there are other tenants it will cost less for the monthly payment. I already told you this. Now stop asking me that," she continues to chop up her red peppers, now angrily, and so I roll my eyes for what seemed like the seventh time today, and then walk over to my dad.
"Hello, Darrell. Whatcha doing?" I ask, trying to sound interested as I sat next to him. He rolled his eyes at me for calling him by his real name, and then pushed up his glasses, flipped a page, and then sighed.
"What now, Carmen?" He asks tiresomely, and my fake smile now turns into a real frown.
"What's your guys' problems?" I say, finally getting my parents' attention. My mom stops chopping her peppers, and my dad stops flipping his pages.
"I'm sorry, but I'm honestly so sick of this," I say, "of us not even acting like a family anymore. I haven't even come close to finishing my senior year and we've already moved twice!" I throw my hands in the air, and I feel my face turning red. "Don't you think this has an effect on me? Don't you think I'm sick of making some amazing friends at school, and then having to leave them? Because I am! I miss my friends."
My mom and dad's faces suddenly soften, my mom reaches out her hand to me to show me comfort and starts to say something but I interrupt her.
"No! I miss us being an actual fun, loving family. I miss going on vacations and camping and having fun movie nights! Don't you guys? You are both so caught up in your work that you don't even acknowledge me anymore," My feelings spilled out of my mouth. I don't know what it was, but something just went off in me. All this time I've never even said anything, I've always acted like I was okay with moving and loosing people all the time.
"Carmen, you know that these jobs are important to me and your-"
"Whatever, mom," I sigh. I grab my phone and headphones out of my pocket and place the plugs in my ears. "I'm going for a run, see you later," I say, running out the door, turning on a random song. I don't know where my outburst came from, I guess I was just fed up. I glance at my mom's car, and remember the last two boxes my mom wanted to me get. But I ignore the thought, and jog to the big medal gate and push it open. Then I continue running, clearing my mind. I wasn't even planning on going for a run, but I just really wanted to get out of that manor.
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HOLA so ya new story and ya
btw i think berwick manor is like a restaurant irl or something lol but just ignore that bc in this story its any actual HOUSE MANOR THING
this story will be interesting i swear ok bye
-kas
