Living A Miric- Hell (Angels)

chapter 3

I woke up about a half hour later and walked downstairs, following the music to check out my brothers rooms. They had small boxes of space with a full sized bed and closet in each room. Both of them had drawers lining each wall.
When nobody noticed me, I walked to my moms room. The room was on the bottom floor like my brothers. It was a bit bigger than mine and set on the opposite end of the house, meaning she had an attic above her. She also had cabinets, drawers, and a bigger walk in closet and bathroom. Three windows were placed on the back wall.
My mom was in a corner trying to put a picture on the wall when I walked in. I walked up to help.
“Hey mom,” she turned in surprise. I grabbed the picture, holding it up to the nail, smiling at her, “I'm headed over to the small store at the gas station we saw around the corner. Do you want anything?”
She thought about it for a while.
“whatever you think you can afford.” she finally said. I nodded and helped with the rest f the pictures. They were pictures of the family and some random art I did. When we were done I grabbed the rest of my boxes and set them next to my bed. After unpacking the art box, that had some jewelry in it, I headed out.
The jewelry part of my box contained spiked bracelets, some rings, earrings, and initialed silver bracelet with my initials C.G.H, Crysta Garcia, Henderson, some fancy choker necklaces, and a diamond heart necklace with a blue C handing off a chain from an unknown lover, he charm seemed the glow blue. It was passed to me by an office assistant passing the letters to certain people on valentines day in middle school. A note came with it saying “I love you” with no sender information.
I took out my electronic, digital, drawing pad and put it on my desk next to my mac. Some of my clothes were hung up, leaving a few jeans, some hoodies, and most of my drawings.
I left, grabbing my keys to my cheap mustang that, surprisingly, happens to be in good condition for how cheap and old it was. The cherry red 1968 beat up mustang had brand new tires, chipped paint, and purred smoother than a cat. I never really liked thinking of giving up.
I cranked it over, listening and feeling its rumble, before shifting the non-automatic gear into gear. The dodge power wagons' engine was much quieter than my car, making me have to get used to the sound.
The radio popped on with quiet country music, meaning Sam messed with it. I changed it to a classic and new hard rock station, then turned the nob up. The music calmed me from this stressful move that was bringing me down.
I never really traveled in my car except to go to my job in Texas city limits. I'm a senior in high school and worked collecting carts for, wrote stories for magazines, and drew art for random contests and galleries, even selling some of my art by putting them on display on both internet and stores. I will be eighteen in a few months so finding a job here shouldn't be that difficult.
I pulled into a quick trip gas station, turning off my car, and started to feel eyes on my back. When I got out nobody was looking a me. I walked into the store, heading towards the drink section, trying to ignore the growing feeling. My neck hairs were standing strait up. When I quickly turned around after grabbing a large Styrofoam cup, I accidentally knocked over a already made drink from the counter.
“Sorry,” I attempted to pick it up but the girl stopped me and I went back to what I was doing before. I filled the slushy cup with orange-cycle slushy for Darrel., picked up an energy drink for Sam, even though hes supposed to have one a month, and walked around grabbing unsweetened tea for my mom and all natural spring water for me.
When I walked to the cash register and swiped my card, I felt eyes on my back. I looked behind me, grabbing my paid stuff, and saw nobody staring, I thanked the man behind the counter and left. The feeling didn't stop till I pulled into my driveway.
I distributed the drinks to everyone and took my water upstairs when I came back. My phone, which was on the charger, had half charge when I picked it up. I had two missed calls and one message, which I opened up.
It read “hey girl, call me as soon as you can -A”. I went to my recent calls and put the phone to my ear. One ring, two ring, three rings...
“Hey girl!” I smiled when Ashleys' perfect voice filled the other side of the line.
“what is going on in Texas?” I asked. Ashley was like me, she never travels, and she was born and raised in Texas without getting a southern Texas accent.
“nothing much, but we miss you,” I imagine her smile change to a frown. Sometimes its hard to tell if shes sad or not because she always sounds joyful.
“We?” even though she cant see me I still have this habit where I raise my left eyebrow and look confused. Soon enough she puts her phone on speaker and a ton of “Hellos” fill my speaker causing me to cringe away and turn down my call volume.
“Hi” I smile again.
“I'm here partying with the girls when u called. The only problem is, your not here,” she sighed heavily, “what are you up to?”
“I don't know, I'm sitting on my bed talking to you guys,” my voice cracked as I choked on tears. I've been needing to get these tears out.
“Crysta please don't be sad. Even though were far away were still here for you.” I nodded and grunted because I couldn't speak. I'm lucky she couldn't see the tear falling down my cheek.
“Yeah,” I finally managed to speak after several seconds of holding my breath.
“Hows Arizona so far,” her attempt to distract me was nice. It didn't help the second tear from falling. Just her saying my states name made more tears fall since now I realize just how much distance we between us now.
“One hundred degrees of burning loneliness and evaporating tears.” I manage a choking, depressing, laugh.
“You'll make friends.” she sighed again, probably thinking of a way not to make me burst into tears, “Crysta can you make me a promise?”
“I will, but what's the promise?” I sniffle
“Keep us and our memories at you heart and never let us go.” Her smile reappears in my mind making me smile.
“i always will, I promise, “ Moms voice calls me from downstairs. I sigh, “ Moms calling, got to go, bye.”
“Miss you,” The speaker filled with many farewells like “Good Bye” or “Miss you” and “Good luck.”
“Bye” I hung up and stepped into my bathroom. My phone was left back on the charger and my face was red and puffy. I looked like a total wreck for somebody who never cries, or at least tried not to. I attempted to wipe away the wetness on my cheeks and under my eyes, I fail miserably at trying to get rid of the extra small tears
I sigh and walk downstairs, bursting into tears when I see my mom in the kitchen. So much for trying to act normal and stop crying. She walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me. My tears and sobs shook my body and shoulders.
“Oh sweaty,” she rocked me back and forth like I was a child again. I am her child anyway.
Never moving for almost eighteen years is a huge loss. I've experience loss of some of Ashleys' dogs but not a life long friend and a start over. Talking with her made me more emotional. I didn't understand why I was crying but at the same time I did.
“I'm guessing you called her?” mom asked, even though she already knew the answer. I nodded in her shoulder as my tears came to a stop. She let go of me and handing me another bottle of water, she must have picked up from the fridge. The water dispenser must not be turned on yet.
I looked around, noticing with my tear fogged eyes, and noticed the slushy cup was sitting on the counter empty, mom had her tea in her hand, and Sam' energy drink was nowhere to be seen from the kitchen. I sat down and sipped my water. Mom called the boys out of the kitchen. They came out of their rooms and sent questioning looks my way. I looked at the ground. The boys followed mom to the dining room table and sat. I stayed at the island. Mom forced me to turn around as she spoke to all of us.
“So you all know moving is hard,” Her eyes landed on me,” But school starts tomorrow.” the boys grunted and I nodded, “hopefully you'll make new friends. I also hope you like the school I picked out for you. No I want you all to help each other.”
We all nodded.
She sighed and continued, “Crysta will be driving you to and from school, so no lagging her behind. Oh and you will listen to her.”
“So Crysta is the boss?” mom quietly laughed  at Darrel.
“she just getting you to school and home Darrel, nobody's the boss here.”
“yeah Darrel, how would you like to wait in a hot car for a couple of guys to get in.” I said, my voice quiet and cracking with sarcasm.
“one, you made that sound weird, and two you car is always cold.” he looked at me.
“true. But you get what I mean.” I stuck my tongue out at him as if I was five.
“Get some sleep lady and gents.” we all got up and headed to our rooms. I hugged my mom goodnight.
Instead of going to sleep I grabbed my laptop from a box and turned on my lamp. And sat at my desk. I opened up photo shop and my animation program. Then used a used a camera to put my traditional art on my computer. I then outlined most of them and colored them in, setting them on the animation time-line.
The animation started out as a man fighting a demon. The demons hair glowed white with fire. The eyes were pure black with no pupils.  Her body was scared and ruined against pale skin.
The man had silver hair that matched the stars. His eyes were deep blue, his skin a dark tan.
I managed to finish the main fight and some background ideas till I found myself asleep at the desk.