Vessel

Part one: new kid

It is the middle of December in Kansas and it gets really cold, I moved here from Boston so being cold was familiar with me. As I woke up in my box filled room, I found myself on the floor because I was too tired to put my bed together so I slept on the naked mattress and must of rolled onto the floor. It was freezing I got up and approached a cardboard box labeled "clothes" I opened it and dug through it, I found and pulled out my blood red plaid Mackinaw and quickly put it on as though I was going to freeze on the spot. I turned around and threw my heavy blanket over my shoulders to warm up,as I did I turned to see out the window it was still snowing from last night when we got here. I love the snow, but it's not easy to travel in. Then something echoed through my thoughts, a familiar yelling, I didn't hear it at first, then it came again, "Vadalia! Breakfast!" ,My mother. I grumbled at the thought of my name, just the sound of it was irritating. I gathered more of the blanket around me and walked down the stairs and found my mother, also in a blanket searching through boxes I walked towards her and pleaded "Mom please don't ..." I paused She covered her mouth and peeped , "sorry." My full,  real name was Vadalia Lynnx Cortez Jóbson. I hated my first name and I told my mother about it and she said when we move we could legally change it to Lynnx Cortez Jóbson, I like it that way. My no good father named me Vadalia (I hated him too). My mother's maiden name is Jóbson that's what she put on my birth certificate, instead of Millbery (my father's name). "sorry I'm used to calling that because of your father" My father made my mother call me that 'or else' he would say "i'll try to remember" my mother said gently. "it's ok, thank you..." I replied, then piped up and asked "what's for breakfast?"  After a moment she said "All I could find was cereal and the milk jugs I had in the truck cooler from the trip" I turned to see that the table was not up so we ate on the floor it was actually kinda fun. It was just my mother and I we left my father after what happened, what he called an "accident" , I don't like to talk about what happened sometimes. After breakfast I put on warmer clothing and went outside in the snow, while my mother was trying to fix the heating. I walked out the door and the snow was piled up in every other place so that it made some kind of weird mountain spots. Another thing I love about snow is the way it crunches under my feet I absolutely love that sound. After looking about, I decided to make a snowman. I rolled up the snow to make a body and  rolled up more to make a middle, then gently stacked and then I bent back down to roll up a head piece then stood up and was greeted by an unexpected, unknown face. The face scared me, I fell back in terror and dropped the snow head and it hit me in my chest. "Ow..." I said gasping. "Sorry" he said embarrassed he extended his hand "I didn't mean to scare you..."