I can already sense the excitement radiating off of my mother as I walk into the house.
"Maia, hi!" My mother has her glasses on when i walk in, and she's scrambling with papers. "Good news!"
There are boxes everywhere, piled high with clothes, lamps, books, and more.
I plop my bag to the ground and sit, crossing my arms over the table and resting my chin on my hands. "What?" I say excitedly.
"How do you feel about Missouri?"
"Wait. What?!?" I stagger a bit in my chair, taken aback by what she has just told me.
"We're moving! Yippie!"
"To what part of Missouri? How is this going to work? We've never moved out of the area before-"
She cuts me off.
"WOOOAHHHH there, Bessie. One question at a time, please. And try not to break my brain."
"Oh, okay. Umm... So what part of Missouri are we moving to?"
"St.Louis," She says smiling, "It's beautiful! Oh, Chloe, I'm so exited!"
"Does Chloe know yet? She's gunna be pissed. You know, about having to leave Trent."
"Yeah...She's pretty mad. She's in her room, talking on the phone with him right now." She bites her lip nervously.
I hear a loud wail come from Chloe's room.
"Whatever. She'll live. It's not like she's in love with him or anything. Trent just likes her body." I say.
"Maia!" My Mother gawks at me.
"What? We all know it's true. Even she knows it."
"Well, she was bound to find out sooner or later. Better for her to leave him now than later." My Mother says.
"True."
Right now, I live in Amarillo, Texas, so our whole family has a little bit of an accent, although we rarely notice it.
My mom starts to cook spaghetti and meatballs, and I lay on the couch, flipping the T.V. channels.
"So," I start, "When are the movers coming?"
"Tomorrow."
"Jesus! HOW ON EARTH did you get all the stuff packed that fast?!?"
"I had the neighbors help me. You know, the Petersons."
"They're so generous."
"Yeah."
Since Chloe doesn't come down for supper, we eat by ourselves. After dinner, Mom leaves a tray of warm food in front of Kalyn's door.
The next day goes by really quickly. We load everything onto the truck, and say bye to the house. I run my fingers along the brick, thinking about all of the old memories i've had. I'm going to miss this place.
I carve my name into the tree in our backyard, and hurry to the car.
The moving truck follows us all the way to Missouri.
We pull into the neighborhood, and I realize my mother was right. It's beautiful. And huge.
The houses are gargantuan.
"How did you get the money to pay for this?!?" I ask in awe.
"I saved up a lot of money. A LOT. You're welcome."
DANG. She must have saved up a HELL OF A LOT OF MONEY.
We pull up to the house, and it's one of the smaller ones in the neighborhood. Thank god. I never want to live in a huge house. All the noises and the empty space would creep me out. The house is a light blue, two-story house with a white door. I love it.
And the best part about it, is that we live right next to a big, beautiful national park.
"You can walk to the park anytime you want. Just remember to pack well, and leave a note." My Mother says as we put our beds back together in the house.
It's about 10:00 at night by the time we finish putting our beds together, and we are all exhausted. I lay down, and almost immediately fall asleep.
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Twelve Boyfriends
Teen FictionA young girl named Maia never gets the guy. Her hot older sister, Chloe, has always been the one to have boys drooling over her like she was a precious gem. But when Maia starts growing into her good looks, she doesn't know how to handle all the boy...
