2 Years Later
Elmo t-shirt? Yes. Cookie Monster t-shirt? Yep. SpongeBob t-shirt? HELL YES!
Ok, so I've packed all my favourite shirts, pants, shorts, shoes and all my other useless shit. I look around the now bare room which has at least 2 years' worth of memories in it, both good and bad.
I zip up my last suitcase and wheel it outside to put in the back of our car.
"You all packed honey?"
"Yeah Mum, this was the last one".
"Ok Sweets".
Oh yeah, I haven't properly introduced myself yet. I'm Eris Oliver, I have straight brown hair flowing down to about mid-back, my eyes are a mix between my Mum's crystal blue and my Dad's emerald green, it depends what mood I'm in I guess.
I'm quite tall and I'm a boxer, I've been doing boxing since I was 13 years old when I got bullied by this boy at school, let's just say after I showed him a few of my newly learnt 'moves' he backed off and left me alone.
Anyways, let's start with my family.
My Mum's name is Alice and she looks just as sweet as her name. She's all golden hair and blue eyed oh and also engaged to the biggest douchebag on the planet! I swear he is totally out of her league, but alas, no matter how many times I tell her she just doesn't listen. I used to pretend to like him for her sake, but now I don't even bother because he is so dense that I can't even have a regular conversation with him without wanting to gouge his eyes out with a spoon.
Anyways, onto the other person I dislike, my sperm donor, otherwise known as my Dad. Even that word leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. He left when I was 14, apparently he was banging the maid when Mum was at work. I love my Mum but man is she attracted to tools or what?!?
My Dad hasn't contacted me for the past 3 years, well 4 if you count the end of this year. He used to send me birthday and Christmas cards until one year I sent one back saying 'Fuck You'. I never got a card from him ever again. You would think that I'd be upset about this but surprisingly I'm not, I mean we're better off without him.
We used to live in Sydney until my Mum got a promotion causing us to move all the way to Perth, I protested at first but as time went on I slowly adapted to this place and started calling it home, and now we're moving again, back to where it all started. To think that 2 years ago I would jump at the idea of moving back and seeing him again but now, well let's just say that my excitement to go back is scarce.
"Alright Kiddo, say goodbye to the house" Marco said.
I looked at him and glare causing him to glare back. This happens quite frequently between us, I start glaring, then he starts glaring and then we find ourselves in the middle of a glare off (which I usually win cause he sucks donkey ass).
"Alright you two, knock it off and get in the car" Mum says.
I looked at him and smiled sweetly before slamming the door loudly causing him to jump out of fright, HA! Take that you armpit sniffing baboon!
He regains his composure and glares at the door that I just slammed and walks around to the driver's seat.
My Mum hops into the passenger side and turns around to smile at me "Are you excited to be going back? You get to see everyone again, Ashleigh, Jayla, Lelani, Trav-"
"Yeah Mum, so thrilled" I say sarcasm leaking through my voice.
She nods still smiling obviously not getting my false enthusiasm.
"Alright, off to the airport we go!"
Yay, 5 hours of sitting on a plane that goes to a place that I never wanted to be again, oh and I also get the seat next to armpit sniffer, great.
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Picture of Eris on the side :)
