Gone

3

As I stuff the last bit of clothing into my suit case I look around the room to make sure that I have everything. I notice a small teddy bear sitting on top of my desk. My mom bought that for me on my 11th birthday and my memory of that day is still clear to me. My party was at my old house that I used to live in. All my friends and family came over to celebrate and it was the best day.

I wanted this bear because I saw one of my favorite singers holding something like it so my mom decided to buy me it. When I opened it up I was beyond excited and happy that I had the same bear as my favorite singer. Of course I was obsessed with that bear for about a year but when It came up to my 12th birthday I wanted and was interested in new things. I never threw out the bear because it meant something to me but I put it on my desk so I can look at it when I wake up everyday.

I am not sure whether I want to bring it or not. It is the last thing that I have of my normal mom so I should bring it. I hear a knock at my door right when I stuff the bear into my bag. I look over to see my mom leaning against the door frame rubbing her belly that holds her child.

“You ready to go?” she asks.

“ye- yeah.” I stutter. I feel a small tear stream down my face but I am quick to wipe it away. I pick up all of my bags and head out to my moms truck. I take one last look at my apartment and get in the back seat of the truck. 1 month ago I would have never thought I would be moving to California to live with my dad who I haven’t seen in years. Its all so surreal and I just hope that my dad is going to be there for me unlike my mom was.

Jeff starts the truck and drives off. The car stays silent until we get onto the highway. I decide to speak up,

“Mom.” I say.

“What now?” she asks annoyed.

“Why did you change so much? Why cant you be the mom that was there for me when I needed someone to talk to? Why do you hate me?” Tears begin to leave my face as I say the questions that I have always wanted to ask but never had the guts to until now.

My mom sighs and soon begins to laugh. Why would she be laughing? “Honey I never changed at all! I am still that mom that is always there for you! I love you and you know that. I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you physically or verbally! I am your mother and I love you!!” I throw my head back in laughter after she says her pathetic lie.

“Liar!” I say now screaming.

“Ever sense f u c k I n g Jeff came along you’ve changed. Not in a good way but in a horrible way! You say that you wont let anyone hurt me? Ha! How about the times when Jeff slapped me or made mean jokes about me? What did you do? Sit there sipping beer and laughing! Don’t you dare ever call you a mom because you are nothing close to a mother!” Right when I finish yelling I notice the car is stopped in front of the air port. I sit there just staring out the window waiting for my mo- Tarry to say something. Finally Tarry says, “Get out.” I am taken back for a couple of seconds by her words but she repeats them again and again crying now. I quickly get out of the car with my bags and say, “By Tarry.” Normally I would call her ‘mom’ but she doesn’t deserve that name at all. I walk up to the place where I check my bags in and then head up to security check with my purse.

I strip of my jacket, shoes, jewelry, and put my phone in my purse along with the jewelry I was wearing.  After everything is checked in I walk through the body check and get my things. Right as I start walking towards Jamba Juice I bump into a tall man and knock his drink out of his hand.

“I- im so so sorry!” I say trying to wipe the smoothie of his black shirt. He shoves my hands away. “Stop.” I quickly stop and walk away but I am soon pulled back by this  man who I have now noticed has a lot of tattoos. “Don’t think you can just walk away with out buying me a new drink.” He says angrily.

Well d a m n someone has anger issues. I walk up to the Jamba Juice counter and order him whatever drink I see first and I order my self a normal strawberry banana. Once the drinks are done I pay him and run off to my gate which is C13. The only thing I hope is I don’t have to go on a crowded plane but once I am at my gate I notice many people sitting and waiting. Great.

After about 20 minutes everyone starts to board the plane. We have assigned seats so I hope that I get someone that’s decent and isn’t a jerk. As I enter the plane I go to my seat and sit near the window. When I was a kid I loved looking down and watching the clouds. It has always amazed me at how beautiful it was. I turn off my phone like I am supposed to and put my bag under the leather seat in front of me. I pull out a magazine that is labeled “Air Store”. These magazines always amazed me with how they had all these cool things in them.

I would always ask my mom if I could buy something but she  would always tell me, “You don’t need that.” When really I thought I did need the item. 

I look passed all the people putting their suitcases in the over head and the people buckling themselves in their seats. Looking at each of their faces, I wonder  when the person that Is sitting next to me is coming. I rest my head on the window and close my eyes waiting for the plane to take off. Finally I hear someone take a seat next to me and buckle up. I open my eyes to find the  boy holding his jamba juice.

S h I t.

Hello I decided to update today so I hope you like this chapter!