The Least You Can Do

I wont miss you

Bye mom, bye dad.
Hello Aunt Audra, hello Melissa.
I practiced the greeting part over and over in my head, trying to tune out the sounds and voices of the train I had boarded about 4 hours ago.

My mother had packed headphones in my worn suit case but I refused to touch or use anything she packed. After all, I'm not in her care anymore I'm now on my own. Well, not completely.
I thought of Aunt Audra and her beach house. I thought about Melissa, my cousin. She was stunning. Long black hair, delicate features that made me envy her. All our family members told us we should model but I knew they were referring to her and tried not to offend me. Maybe because they knew I was now fragile, they knew I was hurting inside, they knew how much I hated everyone.

What was I thinking? Excepting this offer my aunt had given me. Live with her? For two years. Go to school? Remembering her words made my shiver. "You'll meet new friends." I didn't want to meet new friends. I had friends. I had friends that betrayed me, I don't trust anyone now.

"Melissa will show you around." That made me tighten my fist. No. Melissa isn't doing anything for me. I'm on my own. Her social medias showed me what type of girl she was. The popular one. The one with lots and lots of friends, mostly good looking friends. Talk about intimidating. I'm not saying I'm "bad looking" but I could look better. Maybe if I actually put effort into my wardrobe. Or maybe didn't procrastinate when it came to doing my hair.