The things I know about love
Ch.1 - all men are from the retard genus
I dumped my bag down on the floor next to me and slumped down on to my new bed and looked around my new room. I had a new house and a new car and a new wardrobe with new clothes and everything else that was also all new. Most people my age would be all gung-hoe about a new life in a new place. They'd feel sad for leaving all their friends behind but secretly be thrilled because they were going to a new school were they could do anything and become anyone. It was a time for reinvention. Embrace the new and kiss the old goodbye. Sadly I felt non of the above. Because for me moving to a new place was like buying a new pair of shoes. Exciting at first but it didn't take hold. I didn't feel bad about leaving behind friends because the truth was that the only "friend" I had from my last school was the weird kid who worked at the public library and ran for his life every time there was a confrontation coming on. No, I didn't particularly care.
"Are you just going to stare at the walls or are you going to bring up the rest of YOUR luggage?" asked Eve. My nine year-old mini-mouthy little sister came up the stairs dragging my star-wars trunk up the stairs huffing and puffing like a little dragon. Her blond hair was everywhere and her cheeks had cute little red dots. She was adorable. Mom came up the stairs, in all her blond-bomb-shell glory, holding the other side of the trunk. They both slammed it down at the top and then sat on it, heaving as if they just moved Mount Everest.
"so what do you think?" asked my mother in her bright chipper voice, gesturing at the house around her.
"the house is beautiful" but I wouldn't bother getting too attached because we'd probably be moving by the time I finished unpacking. As if they both heard the unspoken sentence they cocked eyebrows at me in-sync and told me to stop being so moody just because I left my nerd-library-worker-coward-"boyfriend" at home.
"he was NOT my- you know...he...I ...." I trailed off pathetically while mom wriggled her eyebrows at me like a moron. Sometimes there was still some of that old cheerleader left inside her.
"uuhhh, uuhh. You know, having a mega-smart daughter was not as much fun as I thought it would be. Your so serious. Its like you were born in the wrong centaury," They were trying to wind me up. Eve giggled which encouraged mom to start giggling like a little girl too.
"I just...I like the house mom but..." I trailed off pathetically once more. This was starting to become a habit I was going to have to break.
"but....you don't want to like too much because im going to end up moving again?" she asked, as if she knew it all.
See mom was a financial analyst with a small but well to do prospering firm which was always looking for ways to expand. And that usually involved promotion and having her move around a lot. Me and Eve in tow.
Okay im exaggerating. It really wasn't that bad. We got to travel and meet loads of different types of people from all walks of life. But the sad fact of the matter was that, after six years of it, unlike mom and Eve, I just wanted to settle down. Make friends; the permanent kind that last for years. And I wanted to go to college. Have the white-picket-fenced-white-teeth-American-dream-style-family (even though when I said this to the old library boy, he kind of just...freaked out? that's an understatement it was more like I just proposed to him with a gun a to his Nintendo)
"Nora, were not moving again. I made my boss promise that this really, really, really was the last time" she said, taking me by the shoulders and shaking me with every "really"
I siad nothing because... well, there was nothing to say.
Eve yawned and got send her off to bed early. We had spent the first half of the morning driving in to town, then mom had insisted on getting us enrolled into the local high school (even though we voted two against one for home schooling) we spent the rest of the day helping the truck-guys unload our stuff. And I spent the rest of the evening helping mom take the various boxes and furniture round to the different parts of the huge house. Having a financial analyst for a mother definatly paid, at least I thought so after I saw the awesomely huge pool in my new back yard. There were essentially two pools but one was raised up so that it created a waterfall effect. There were fake plants around that pool that made it look so exotic. There was even a mini Jacuzzi and bar at one side. Not that I drink, but I still like the idea of having a bar next to my hot tub. I realise that this may not mean much to some people but being a swimmer, I think its safe to say that my obsession with pools is pretty self explanatory.
