In Between [Crankiplier]

1. Don't Make Me

(Not Mark's POV)

I'm sitting on my bedroom floor; wiping any remaining tears off of my face as I seal the last cardboard box. All my memories in this house are officially sealed and forgotten. I just absolutely refuse to face the fact that this is really it.

I look down and grip onto my red heart pendant with a blue swirl inside. My grandmother gave it to me when I was younger. Although she's gone I've always kept it on. She was incredible. She had always known that I wasn't like everyone else. She constantly told me, "You are special."

I decide to finally get my ass up and put a few boxes into the moving van. I trudge down my old stairs and see my father on the couch watching tv and eating chips, acting like it's just a regular day. I laugh lightly, and drop my boxes inside a large container.

When I'm finally done I walk upstairs and look at my room, or what used to be my room. It's so empty and foreign. It's like I don't even know this place anymore. Or myself.

"Elaine! Hunny can you come downstairs! The van's leaving!" Annie calls from downstairs.

"That's not my name." I growl under my breath. I grab my backpack and strap it on, walking to the steps of our staircase.

"ELAINE." She screams. I cringe. She always yells and I always hate it.

"I'm COMING," I yell back. "Bitch."

"WHAT WAS THAT?"

"I CALLED YOU A BITCH, IS YOUR HEAD NOT FAR ENOUGH OUT OF YOUR ASS TO HEAR ME?" I scream. I hear my dad laugh downstairs.

"Fuck off Mark." Annie growls. I slide down to the first floor and stand up to her.

"You can't talk to dad like that." I plaster on as much confidence as I can muster.

"You don't have the right to tell me what to do. I'm your mother you hear me?" She says sternly.

"Some mother." I tell her, sitting with my dad on the couch. She scoffs, then walks to the car.

"Bye you stupid pricks, I'm going to Cincinnati without you." She says carelessly, pulling on the car door handle.

"I still have the keys." My dad tells her, trying to hide his grin.

"I don't fucking need them." She huffs, trying to look cool while leaning on the door.

I look back to see my dad, smiling and shaking his head. "Your mother is something."

Clearly. I get up and turn off the tv. "I guess it's time to go.. nothing's left here. Except you know, the tv."

"Yeah," he agrees. Getting off the couch. "Let's go."

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After we arrive at the airport, we go through security and give a woman our main luggage (the stuff we need right away that can't be on the moving van). When I walk onto the plane and sit in the window seat I see the beautiful place I grew up in. What I've always loved and cherished. Which will now be taken away from me, and I'll never get it back.

But I'm getting a new start. I'll go by my preferred name and I'll probably not get beat up and shit. 'Cause that's all that matters right?

The planes finally moving. I pull out my Chiclets box and throw a few pieces into my mouth and start chewing. This is going to be a long flight.

Mark POV

I walk out of my house waving at my mum as she closes the door grinning. I place my longboard on the paved sidewalk and start riding. My life is basically this tiny road. Ever since my dad gave me this dark red longboard for my 12th birthday I've been riding here every day. It's my relaxation time when I have to deal with all this crap life throws at me.

A hill is up ahead so I sit cross legged on the board and use my hands to push me forward. Sitting when riding on hills is the best part. It's like HD rumble on a gaming console.

Nobody got that? Just me? Okay..

The sidewalk was closing so I stood up and turned the board around and started riding again, thinking about tomorrow. I know I just woke up and I shouldn't be worrying about school already but it's just so.. exciting. We're going to be Juniors (3rd year of high school). I'm getting so close to college. I'm going to be an engineer (sure Mark sure) and play the trumpet and play video games and just live my dream. I wish I had friends to do it with but oh well. Who needs friends anyway when you can be forever alone?

I get back to my house and sit down on the grass and look up at sky. The sun is going down a bit, even though sunset is in a few hours. I look to my right and see a plane flying by. Going to the airport a few miles away. I sigh and get up, pulling out my phone to see it's time for dinner and walk back into the house. I should probably stop waking up so late. Nahh