Entwined

Ch 1 Entwined

"Please Talia.. Please don't be sad. You know it's only for the best.." Mom glances back at me, her eyes sweeping over my face.

"Ya Mom. It's ok. Just like it was ok with the last house, and the one before that, and the one before that one.. I don't know.. It just seems like you and Dad almost wait until I finally settle in and make friends before you sit me down and say 'I'm sorry but your father and I have discussed the possibilities of us moving we have decided on a little house in the middle of freaking nowhere! But it's all ok! Because you know it's for the best!'"

Ughh.. I hate it when my parents manage to get me all emotional like this. And right on cue.. Here come the waterworks! My parents have managed to ruin my life.. What is it now.. 8? 9? Nope. This will be number 10. Do you know what moving like this does to a girls social life? Except wait. It's none existent! Because who wants to be friends with someone who can't come hang out or have a sleepover or whatever people with normal, grounded lives do.

What annoys me is the reasons. When my parents sit me down to tell me the news, chasing the tails of the words "we're moving" is always an excuse. 'We found a better job opportunity' is an overused one.. Then there's 'this neighborhood is a bad influence on you and your sister', 'there're more "educational opportunities" where we're going'.. Once they even said: 'well the truth is.. we just don't fit in well here.' Come on! This time there was a new excuse though. 'I'm sorry but your grandmother passed away and left us her house and belongings in her will so..' And here we are!

I cross my arms and slouch against my car door, trying to see past the grey plain that stretched before our car. Another thing: moving takes long. If only we had that stuff from Harry Potter.. What do they call it.. Floo Powder! Ya that stuff. If only we had Floo Powder, it wouldn't take us like 12 hours every time my parents want to uproot the family and plonk us down somewhere different.

Another thing is.. When you read about moving in books (books which are, by the way, my life) it always seems so majestical and amazing. They always find secret lands or secret worlds in their wardrobes. I find dust bunnies under moth bitten couches. Go me!

So as I lean my head against the cool window of the car, I find myself praying, "oh please God.. Just this once.. Let things be happy. Let this work out. Let things be.. Magical." I smile as I drift of to sleep.