The Normal Project

Chapter 1-Leaving for Real This Time

doing some revisions to the story-be prepared for even more awesomeness-lol.

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"Evelyn, no buts."

"Mom! I am not going all the way to Maine!"

"But you have to honey!"

"I don't have to do anything I don't want to." I said through a sigh as I ran a hand through my wind blown hair.

"Evelyn Derwin, you had better start packing or I'll make you leave without any luggage at all." My mother said sternly as she stalked towards our large marble staircase, her stilettos making small clicks every time her petite feet contacted the ground.

"Mom, you can't force me to go." I mumbled through yet another sigh, just loud enough for her to hear me. There was no way my mother would change her mind, I was definitely going to Maine.

I trudged up the large flight of stairs and ran to my room. My moccasins were silent as I flew through the large hallway until a dark oak door loomed in front of me. I pressed my hand to the knob and was soon engulfed with darkness. Soon my eyes adjusted and I made my way through the sea of clothing and garments until I found the frame of my king sized bed, which led to me face planting in the soft Egyptian cotton. Where on Earth would I even sleep at this place? The thought made me shiver, even though it was at least 100 degrees outside. Would there even be sun in Maine? Lord, I was already starting to miss my house, and California in general.

I stared up at my empty ceiling and my eyes began to trace the room. A large plasma flat screen was mounted in front of my bed, then an office-sized mahogany desk that was littered with photos stood below it. My navy walls were covered with band posters ranging from Nirvana to Cake all the way to All Time Low. There had to be at least fifty posters in my large room, only leaving a few centimeters of the royal colored paint showing. The thought of having to take them all down made the empty pit in my stomach grow.

I let out a long sigh and jumped off of my bed, gritting my teeth as tingles ran up and down my legs and stung at my joints. I knew one thing for sure; this room wouldn't pack itself. I unzipped the four large suitcases my mother had delivered to my room earlier this morning and I began riffling through my drawers. I started with my crop top drawer and threw my stacks into the side of one of my suitcases. I then moved onto my next mahogany dresser and dove into my shorts drawer, taking each pair out one at a time. I must've had at least fifteen pairs of shorts ranging from short shorts to high waisted to knee length Bermudas. I placed my collection of shorts next to my crop tops in the case and shuffled over to the next chest of drawers. It took at least an hour to pack all of my belonging, since my parents insisted that they buy me a million different outfits instead of showing me actual physical affection. People with a ton of money don't ever spend it on good causes, I guess.

I looked at all of my bare drawers and sighed for what seemed to be the millionth time. This was really happening now. It couldn't be, but it is.

My hectic thoughts were interrupted by my mother's annoyingly full voice.

"Honey, dinner!" My mother yelled up the stairs. Joy, just the person I wanted to see right now. I could just imagine her standing at the bottom of the stairwell, her arms crossed over her full chest with her mouth set, lips puckered in annoyance. She was Maureen Derwin after all.

"Coming mother." I yelled back as I started out of my room and down my hallway. My moccasins were silent on the hard wood, unlike my mother's eight inch heels that kept clicking with every step. Speaking of my mother, we were almost complete opposites. She had short platinum blonde hair that was redyed every month while I had long, natural chestnut colored hair that reached just below my rib cage. She wore her ankle-breaking high heels while I wore sneakers with worn out soles that flapped about with every step. I wore short shorts while she wore short skirts. My mom drove a Cadillac while I use my skateboard as transportation. The differences between us were endless, so it's no wonder why she would want to get rid of me so badly and jump at the first chance she got.