Abstruse Love

Chapter one.

The memory of that day still hasn't even begun to fade away, even though it's been months since it's happened. I remember as if it was yesterday. But events that dramatic don't just disappear in thin air.

I remember when I got the news that I had to go live in Georgia with my aunt, that I never knew about, because my mom died in the accident.

I remember getting the news about my mothers death, and crying my eyes out for weeks till the tears stopped coming out when I cried.

I remember attending her funeral. It was so empty because I was her only family left. Well so I thought.

I remember the doctors telling my that I fractured 7 of my ribs, and had to stay in the hospital until they were almost fully recovered.

My life was good. It all changed so fast. I don't get why everything that happened to me, happened to me. I wish I didn't have to go through all of this suffering.

Now as I wait at the airport for my aunt to pick me up, I can still feel the pain in my ribs if I move a certain way.

I check my watch for the second time in ten minutes. The sky outside is beginning to get dark and the airport is starting to get less crowded. My aunt was supposed to be here half an hour ago. Irritated by how late she is I finally decide to go take a seat on the bench, and give my aching feet a break. Every time I see a car drive by with a woman inside my heart gets filled up with a little bit of joy, only to be disappointed as it keeps driving. My aunt is giving off such a great first impression.

Another long half an hour ticks by when a car pulls up by me and a middle aged woman, about 40, steps out and stretches.

I just stare at her in amazement. She looks so much like my mom.

The woman that I believe is my aunt walks towards me with a smile on her face.

"Hi are you Drew?" She asks. The words don't seem to come out of my mouth so I just nod my head in response. "I'm Macy your moms sister. Here let me help you with your stuff." She reaches out to grab a couple of my bags and places them in the trunk of her car.

I wonder why I never heard about her. She's my aunt and not once did my mom speak about having a sister. I didn't even know my mom had any siblings.

She walks over to the drivers side of the car and smiles at me one last time before climbing back into the vehicle. Right as I take a seat in passengers seat she starts to blab her mouth about everything. She tells me the rules, when I'm attending school, and some things just about herself. But I just zoned out most of time and didn't listen.

"So what about you?"

I snap my head to look at her and realize that she was asking me a question.

"What?" I didn't hear what she was saying.

"What are some things about you?" She asks again, keeping her eyes on the road.

"Um I. I don't. Nothing much really." I begin to stutter. In my eighteen years of life I've never been asked that question before. I don't know how to answer. I don't have an exciting life or anything . It's pretty boring, except for the fact that I've had to move across country, to live with my aunt, because of a car crash I was in and my mom died in it.

I can see she's disappointed as a sigh escapes her lips. She really wants to get to know me and I haven't been much help. I'm the type of person that is closed off and is distant until I trust you.

We pull into a drive way of a house with brown siding and what looks like two stories. The yard outside is very green with a tree by the corner of the house, and fountain by the front door.

"Since its late how about you just go straight to bed after I show you around? Then you can unpack tomorrow?" She asks and I nod my head again. The words not able to leave my mouth. She smiles at me before putting the keys in the front door and opening it up.

The house inside is just as beautiful as it is outside. I just don't know how I'm going to like it here. I grew up in a small little town home in California with my mom. And now I'm going to be living in a house with someone I don't even know. I'm going to have to make all new friends here. I had a couple of friends back home but I struggle to make them.

Macy shows me every single room in the house. "And this will be your room." She opens the door to my room and allows me space to get in.

The room is quite boring. White walls, no pictures, no rugs. The only things in the room is the bed which is in the middle of the wall with a window above it, and a dresser next the the closet. I drop my stuff next to my closet and sit down at the edge of the bed.

"Thank you." I smile at her and she does the same in return before closing the door to leave me in my room alone.

Today is Saturday and on Monday I'm going to have to go to school. I don't know how I feel about it. What if I'm the weird new kid? Or what if I don't make any friends at all? All I have to do is get through this last year of highschool then I'll be done.