I hate this place, I should've know how awful it was from the moment I layed eyes on my new home.Every step I take is a new conversation that I don't want to have, even if I were to stay in my room today I know I can't avoid them forever.Which is why I hate it, but I hate or hated a lot of things I'm beginning to learn.
I dragged myself out of bed, and got dressed. Then I headed downstairs.The heavenly smell of cinnamon rolls filled the room, and I suddenly find myself picturing me and my brother as little kids happily eating our breakfast at the dinner table. I can't tell if it's a real memory or if I'm just imagining it, but I hoped it was real.
I could tell school hasn't started yet because Jack and Callie were still here. I was glad they were, my mom and dad kinda make me uncomfortable. I sat down, and my mom handed me a plate. I immediately started eating, and soon found my mom was a great cook.
After a while jack decided he and Callie had to walk to the bus stop, so they left me here with Mom.We just sat in silence, until I got up and headed for the door.Mom didn't protest, so I slipped outside.The cold, harsh winter breeze hit me like a slap in the face.I stood there in my pajamas,shivering.I watched as snowflakes fell in a swirling motion.
I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn't even notice when my mom stepped outside and sat down beside me. She reached over and brushed the snow out of my hair in one sweeping motion. I began to shiver at her touch.
"Do you remember how we used to make paper snowflakes on the first snow?"
My mother had asked the question before she had time to think about the words falling out of her mouth. I shrugged her question off, and trudged back to my room. She had ruined the moment for me anyways. I flopped over into the bed and thought about paper snowflakes. Maybe I did remember making them. Yes, I was sure of it, white and blue paper snowflakes hung from every surface in the house. It reminded me of the movie Elf, which was Jack's favorite Christmas movie. How could I remember movies but not memories, strange. Suddenly I realized I hadn't any ideas of how to make a paper snowflake and the so called "memory" must be fake. Ugh I had wished Jack were here so I could ask him about things like this, but he wasn't. I decided to go back to bed.
