First (James Yammouni)

Prologue

Today had been total shit, no scratch that, my life had been total shit.

Today is the last day ill ever be home, in my small home in Louisiana, where I've lived with my mother ever since I was born, but that's all changed.

My mother is dead now, after three years of battling cancer she finally let go and left this world for the next, and now I have no choice but to sell my small house and move in with my father all the way in California, I didn't much like the idea since I've only met him a few times and haven't spoken to him properly since my fourteenth birthday, but I have nowhere else to go, and there's no jobs that don't involve some sort of prostitution in this shit town so I can't stay.

I looked out of the kitchen window at the dirty red pickup truck that had belonged to my mother. It was filled with boxes and bags of my possessions that I planned to take to California with me. Since I couldn't afford to make multiple trips across the country I packed up the things I needed like clothes and hygiene products first, then slowly I went through all of my mothers belongings and packed up things like photo albums and paper files in case I needed them.

Since my mother had been sick for so long we were in pretty deep dept, her healthcare paid for most of the bills but I had to sell our house and nearly everything in it and I had almost no money after everything went. I even had to sell her favorite white dresser that belonged to her mother, and that was supposed to go to me. The only keepsake I kept of hers were the lockets we had gotten for Mother's Day when I was twelve and a small white porcelain vase that was sat at a table at my parents wedding.

I looked down at my cup of coffee and quickly downed the rest of it. I hadn't been able to sleep the night before, the reason being I was dragging my ass across the country to live with a man I'd barley seen all my life and his new family that I had never met. I stood up and looked around the nearly empty house, pulling my robe tighter around my body since it was freezing in here. I walked over to the counter where the house keys were placed and snatched them up, tucking them safely into the flowerpot outside where I told the new house owner they would be. I climbed I to my truck and discarded my robe I had been wearing over my tank top and shorts.

Revving up the engine, I slowly pulled out of the dirt road driveway and away from my childhood home, filled with memories of my life with my mother that would soon be forgotten in this town, just like the both of us.

- it's short but it's a start.