Many young people with birth-tattoos who have already met their soulmates say they are often frustrated with the views older generations have. One young woman said that her grandfather refuses to believe that birth-tattoos actually work-he is so scornful of her and her soulmate's relationship that she hates going to visit him for family dinners.
-Stacy Walt, New York Times
Why did we have to move to this stupid town? I liked it just fine in Texas, and we were supposed to move to Seattle, Washington, but we're here, instead. We're here, in stupid frickin' Coos Bay, Oregon. After a phone call from Mom when we were spending the summer at Grandpa's farm in North Plains. After a long, hot, boring drive in a U-Haul truck with four distressed cats meowing while they lick the tape that Dad put on their feet to keep them busy. Not to mention the pit bull that kept farting.
God, I hate moving. Especially when neither my mom, my brother or I have a say in it. Dad just up and moved us. Didn't ask for an opinion, or input, or anything. I had friends back in Texas. Danny, Tommy, R, and Alyx.
"You'll make new friends, Damon," Mom told me. "I know you will."
Ha. Not likely. No one hardly notices me and that's why I don't make friends. I don't like to stand out. And I'm kinda shy when it comes to moving to a new school or whatever. I'm not the kind of person to just walk up to someone and say, "hey, I'm new here. Wanna be my friend?"
This is stupid. I hate this stupid town, already. It's not as hot as Texas, but the weather here is bipolar, and I mean really bipolar. Especially going off of what the people who've lived here tell me. They say that it can be raining like hell outside one minute, with hail and all, and the next thing you know there's sunlight and a freaking rainbow shining over town.
There's a favorite saying here that pretty much sums it up; "Don't like the weather? Wait five minutes."
I mean, sure, it's beautiful here. Green forests, wonderful beaches, even dunes in North Bend, but it's not what I know. It's not what I'm used to.
Moving sucks.
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