Raven

Goodbye Fargo, Hello Memphis

11/11/17

I absolutely hate being the new kid, it's tragic.

This time last week I was in North Dakota, now I'm in Tennessee. Why do my parent have to work for Trolama? Every year that damn car business moves my family to a new city.

For 16 year old Raven moving to Memphis might've been the worst thing that has ever happened to her. She had just started to feel at home in Fargo and now she had to start all over again in Memphis. And if matters couldn't get any worse she had to leave her dog behind in Fargo with her Aunt Lydia and Uncle Christian because the landlord of their new apartment wouldn't allow pets. They weren't bad people or anything, it was just Raven would miss her dear labradoodle, Marble.

Being 16 is an awkward age, it's the age when you want to be like the big kids, partying and having fun, but you also want to go back to your childhood when you could do whatever you wanted and not get in trouble.

TBH I don't like writing in this journal, but my therapist said in was the way to cope with my "stress and anxiety from moving around so much".

Haha really funny.

At this stage it's not even surprising when your dad comes home one day from work and says, "Sweetie we're moving."

"You are going to love it at West Point High!" Raven's mom said at the dinner table.

"Am I? Why?" Raven poked at her asparagus.

"I went there this morning, it looks sort of like the high school in Oklahoma and the classrooms look like the ones in D.C."

"Yay." Raven didn't care, she knew that she wouldn't be in Memphis for long.

"Trolama said that we will be here for a while, so you best settle in, honey." Raven's dad was tall, had black hair like Raven and blue eyes.

"Oh the irony." Raven mumbled under her breath.

"Well, best get to bed now, buttercup, you have to wake up early tomorrow for school." Raven's mom had bright red hair and green eyes with golden flecks, just like Raven.

"Okay, love you guys. Please stop it with the nicknames, mom." Raven picked up her diary that she had put next to her and walked to her room.

The new house is very, uh, vintage? Rustic? Raven thought as she walked up the rickety stairs. She reached the top of the stairs and looked down to long hallway to her room. It was dark and gloomy, but it fit with her esthetic. Raven was different, she didn't like super girly things, she wasn't exactly interested in how many followers she had, the only reason she even had a social media account was to show off her artwork. She wasn't popular since she moved around so much, she would make a friend and then leave.

She sighed at the thought of all the friends she's made in the past, said was going to keep in touch with and never talked to again. She dragged herself down the hall and towards her room.

Raven's room was a depressing mess, boxes everywhere, the windows were curtain-less and she had to sleep on a sad mattress because the moving company had lost the bed frames. She brushed her teeth, showered, slipped in to her PJs and settled in to her sad excuse for a bed and fell asleep the minute her head hit the pillow.