The familiar sound of a car engine finally subsiding meant only one thing; I'm here. California would now be my new home. Not for long though, it's always like this. I will now be attending my 11th school at the age of 17. Luckily, my schooling days are finally reaching its end. The sound of car doors opening and closing pulled me out of my helpless thoughts.
"Scarlet! Get out of the car and start bringing our things inside!" My father yelled through my closed window as he carried a cardboard box filled with what seemed like forgotten books. We own many books yet we never read them, once they are read, they are put as a display to showcase our new-found knowledge and understanding.
I rolled my eyes as Mosby's Medical Dictionary dropped from my father's clutches. My mother hasn't touched that thing in years, yet alone refer to it. "Honey can you get that?" My mother asked as she followed my dad into the house, struggling to stabilize the two boxes in her arms that were labelled KITCHEN in big, bold letters written with a black sharpie.
Getting my luggage from the boot of our jeep, I reach down and grab the book, proceeding to enter what I will now know and recognise as my new home. The house was simple. White walls, white tiles, nothing too big or too small. I place the book on the kitchen bench and make my way to a free room which I have now officially claimed as my own.
Already inside lay a double mattress. I abandon my suitcase by the door and make my way towards it. I fall onto my back looking up to the ceiling, accepting the fact that this is my life. A long and hard process of which I have learned to come in terms with.
I move to a new place, settle in my new school, make new friends that I will love and maybe even meet my significant other. Then something would happen, my dad gets a better job offer or my mum won't like where she works or maybe my brother would commit suicide and turn this family upside down. Maybe we move for the sake of forgetting. The act of running away from what has been chasing us for years. Finally, it catches up, striking our blind side and sweeping us from the face of the earth, obliviating us into an abandoned and dark unknown. At least that's what it feels like for me. I feel as if I am a mere vessel walking among unchartered waters. Only I am sinking. And no one is there to save me.
(Author's Note: Hello to everyone reading this! This is an original story so please do not copy it. Some of the things that I am writing in this book relate to me so I hope that I am not being insensitive to those who actually go through some of the things that are and will be mentioned throughout this book. I am not saying that it will be completely full of misery but it may be a total cliché. All in all, I hope you really enjoy it and don't forget to vote and comment because I would really love to hear what you all think about this book.)
C.L
