Age Doesn't Apply

Chapter One

“Were moving” my dad broke the news carefully, I was shocked but not surprised at the same time, this is my 13th time moving in my whole life. I sat there on the couch with my 2 sisters Rayne and Cloud, (my parents were very creative with my sisters) and my older and younger brothers Justin and Austin, in order from oldest to youngest, Dustin, Justin, Me, Rayne, Austin, and Cloud, our parents have always been unique people, who actually put thought into our names, they never really thought about our future, I guess they thought we were going to follow their footsteps and join the military, something I am NOT interested in, something I didn’t think any of us were interested in.

“Um excuse me?” I snapped, I of all people didn’t want to move…Again! I was making a scene, something my father wouldn’t tolerate but I didn’t care I wasn’t moving, it was driving me insane.

“You heard me, were moving” my father repeated himself, my mother stared blankly at her hands, she was one of the reasons we were moving as well.

“No” I said simply, I did not want to move and they weren’t going to make me.

“Excuse me?” my dad snapped, he was getting angry but I didn’t care, I didn’t want to leave and start the whole “new school, new friends” bit.

“I. am. Not. Going. And. You. Can’t. make. Me!” I repeated slowly “did that make more sense?” my dad sighed and looked at my mom.

“Don’t look at me I didn’t tell her” she said shrugging her shoulders, me and my siblings exchanged looks to one another, none of us wanted to move.

“I am not going, you can’t make me!” I yelled jumping from my chair, my dad stood up and tried to grab my hand.

“Don’t touch me!” I screamed, he was trying to kee his cool but disrespect was his biggest pet pev.

“Hail Marie Malcolm, don’t talk to me like that” he demended, I felt tears sting my eyes as they arose.

“No!”

“Yes, I will not have it, were moving and that’s final, you have no say, your our responsibility and your under 18 so you have NO say”

“Mom, please tell me you’re not serious!” I ran over to her, still holding back my tears, she didn’t look up from her hands.

“I’m sorry Hail, were moving, we have to, the army wants us” I couldn’t hold them in anymore, tears streamed down my face, I felt like the only one in the room, just my parents in me, I forgot my brothers and sisters were watching in horror as this all went down.

“I HATE BOTH OF YOU!”I choked, I ran upstairs and slammed my door, fell on my bed and started sobbing, I couldn’t believe it, why me, whey did I have to move? I had no say.

My mom knocked on the door, but I couldn’t hear through my tears, she let herself in and sat next to me and sat there as I cried, she didn’t know what to do so she reached up and twisted her long rich brown hair into a bun, the way she wore it when she went to work.

“Hail, I’m sorry, I don’t want to go either but we have to” she stroked my lose curled light brown hair, something I had inherited from my dad, I continued to cry, ignoring that she was there.

“Hail, talk to me please” I rolled over and clutched onto my pillow, I saw my dad leaning in the entrance way I could tell he felt bad but did ‘t want to show it, he was also the type of guy to not show his true feeling, only with my mom, well except when he’s mad, he always had no problem being mad.

“We really don’t want to move wither, but we have to” he said not really caring how I felt.

“You don’t care!” I screamed siting up; mascara running down my face, my dad rolled his eyes, which made me cry even more.

“SEE! You just rolled your eyes, I knew you didn’t care” my mom turned around and shot him a glance.

“We care but, you just need to suck it up Hail, you don’t always get what you want”

“Suck it up? I hate moving, so, so much, I don’t see why you can’t see and understand that!”

“Grow up Hail, it’s a part of life” my mom shot him another look.

“Jonathan” she said sternly, I fell back and screamed into my pillow.

“I hate you guys! Just leave!” I cried, my mom tried to rub my back but I pushed her hand away.

“GO, AWAY!” I screamed drawing out the ay.

“Hail, that is enough” my dad yelled making me cry even harder.

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!”

“What do you want from us!?” he asked still yelling, he was beyond upset now.

“I WANT MY BIG BROTHER!” I admitted, Dustin, my 21 year old brother I haven’t seen since I was 8, I have no clue where he is or what he is doing but I wanted him, my parents looked at each other, my mom motioned him to follow her, they left the room, leaving me to calm down, they didn’t take long before they came back in.

“Hail, sit up” my dad demanded, in a softer tone, I shot up all red eyed, he reached out his arms and I fell into him sobbing, he rested his chin on my head and stroked my hair as the other hand rubbed my back.

“Pack your bags” he said, confused I looked up at him and wiped away the tears.

“What?”

“Pack your bags we called Dustin and he actually was wondering if he could see you so he agreed to letting you stay” I was so excited, I hugged him even tighter and jumped from my bed not wasting ANY time, started to pack my bags, I was going to Washington.