I'm Dying Slowly

The Move

"Neveah, honey?" My mom had shouted up the stairs. "Yes mother?" I shouted a little annoyed pulling out my headphones. "Have you finished packing yet?" She asked sweetly. I was really getting annoyed with everything. Every movement, every sound, just everything was enough to make her want to pull someone's head off. "No mother I haven't got there just yet," I muttered down the stairs through clenched teeth. "Don't get snippy now." My mother's voice now stern. I yelled a cry of annoyance putting my headphones back in my ears. Just as I did that my favorite song had come on. Waiting for Superman by Daughtry. It had immediately put me in a better mood about packing.

About and hour later I had about five boxes waiting to be loaded into the moving truck. My stomach had grummbled like an earthquake. I immediately stomped down the stairs leading to the kitchen. I never liked Louisville much. I didn't have very many friends and the girls here were always to girly for her. If they weren't girly that meant that they were sucking faces with the boys. My dad cheated on my mom recently with one of the biggest sluts of the town. The funny thing about it is her mom was the exact same way, but my dad said and I quote, "She was younger and had a nice set of racks." This is the only reason we have to move. I would never admit it to my mother but I was a bit excited that we were going to have a new start.

I had finally finished packing. I kept a little bag for the plane ride. Our moving was going to meet us in Las Vegas. As we boreded the plane I had bumped into The cutest boy I have ever seen. But then again all the boys in Louisville were douches. "S-sorry," I stuttered. He looked up at me. It looked like he fell from heaven. Dear lord help me now. "Watch where you are going next time," he snapped. Damn, why do all the hot ones have to be a douche. "Maybe if you weren't busy fixing your hair you would notice I don't give a shit!" I snapped back. He gave me a glare as I went to go find my seat. I was sitting in the way back of the plane. I had a window seat, so I guess I was lucky. I wasn't sitting with my mom though. She was sitting more up towards the middle. I was just getting settled into my seat when the person I wanted to see the most showed up. The douche from before was standing there. "What are you doing here," I growled. "This is my seat, idiot," he mummbled. I was to tired to even care. He put his stuff away then sat down next to me. I dosed off looking out the window waiting for the plane to take off. Little did I know that my new life was right around the corner.