It was hard for Perrie keep from screaming at the unfairness of it all.
Perrie felt as if her parents were betraying her for taking away everything she had built throughout the past few years. "How could they do this to me again?" she thought as she sat in the rear seat of the Honda Civic, hiding her tears of sorrow and pain. She, once again, had friendships that would now dwindle into oblivion. She would have to make new ones, a menial task that she was always over-anxious about. She worried that she would be remain in solitude if no one were to befriend her. Her heart sank deeper into her chest with every mile closer to their new 'home.' Having lived in 5 different cities and 3 different states at only sixteen years of age she was tired of moving and having to rebuild everything every few years.
"Can't you just get a different job, dad? I mean...there are like thousands of them, right?" pleaded Perrie.
The car remained silent. Perrie turned her head and gazed out the window, despising everything she saw.
"That's our house right there on the corner of that roundabout," said her father.
"Oh, cool! We live next to a circle! I hope you know your job is a major pain, Major," Perrie said mockingly, degrading her father's rank.
"Don't talk that way to your father, Perrie!" exclaimed her mother. "It's hard enough for us to do this and we don't need you making it harder. We sincerely want you to understand that."
"Whatever," Perrie murmured.
The car turned in to the driveway while Perrie was still being scolded by her mother. "You're a young and beautiful blond girl. You'll make plenty of friends in the next few days. Stop telling us how to live our lives. As long as you live in our house, you'll follow our rules."
Perrie stepped from the car onto the foreign ground, not responding to her mother's desperate comments. She examined her new house and the surrounding neighborhood. The calmness and serenity temporarily soothed her sorrowful feelings, but it didn't last. The streets were aligned with tall palm trees, gallantly waving in the wind. Her concentration of the beautiful neighborhood was broken when noticed a young brunette girl walking along the sidewalk, presumably walking home from school. She had a pink book bag on her back and a pink cell phone in her hand. The girl looked and made eye contact with Perrie, but it was only for just a split second.
"Let's go inside, Perrie. The furniture is already in place and the movers will worry about the boxes." said her father, breaking her concentration towards the girl.
"Sure," she replied as she headed towards the front door, still curiously staring at the young brunette entering her home. Perrie scrutinized the inside of the new house. It was much larger and more prestigious than her old home, but she still didn't fell at home. She walked into her bedroom and examine where she was supposed to live for an unknown amount of time. She sat on her bed and sighed. She didn't want to be in Miami and she certainly didn't want to have anything to do with her parents.
Her mother entered her room carrying a box. "This is for you, Pez. It's you're makeup and stuff."
"Can I go to the mall, mom?" Perrie plead.
"What mall? We just got here and we're busy unpacking," replied her mother.
"We passed one on the way in to the neighborhood. I can go by myself. I'll be alright," Perrie begged.
"No, it's too far for you to go by yourself. It's our first night here and you're going to a brand new school in the morning. I want you to be well prepared with plenty of rest," her mother sternly replied.
