Wrong Side Of The Road

2 ) A Terrible Hello

Normani's POV

I just got back from dance practice as I'm walking into the kitchen of my house I see my dad with a bunch of packed boxes heading out the back door.

"Hey, what's going on?" I ask taking a step toward him.

"Hey sweet heart, I told you we're moving to California to stay with your mom and her family.

"Yea, but I thought you said in the middle of summer its literally been 2 days since summer began," I say with a frown. Now don't get me wrong I love my mom but I don't want to live with her, she and my sisters are the type to live lavish and dress like supermodels but I only like the dressing up part of things.

"It's better to get a head start on things plus you get a tour of your new school," he says and I realize I didn't even think about those last 2 words.

"Hey dad I'm okay with moving in with them as long as we don't have to go to the same school," I say crossing my arms.

"How come? You should want to go to school with your sisters you'll have to other people to have your back." He says picking up another box and taking it outside.

"Yea but I don't want people thinking I'm a snob," I say following him.

"Your sisters aren't snobs they just take after your mother," he says with a grin and I can't help but to smile also.

"If that's how you feel then why are we moving in with them?"

"Because we are just staying there until I can rent or buy a home out there whatever comes first" he tells me.

So you see the whole reason we're moving to Cali is because my dad got promoted and relocated which sadly means I have to stay in the same house as the rest of my family. I'm used to going to my moms house for two months and then coming home to my princess bed and hello kitty room.

"Hey daddy what are we going to do with my bed?" I ask and his eyes widened and it's like I immediately got the message and ran around the corner and into my bedroom to be met with an empty room filled with nothing but pink walls and I can't help but to break down crying in the middle of my carpet. I can hear my dad enter the room I also feel it when he sits down beside of me.

"So we're leaving today?" I manage to ask between sobs and he nods his head and more tears start to fall.

"I didn't even get to tell my friends goodbye," I say looking up at him.

"You can still tell your friends goodbye."

"I don't want to I just wanna go, when do we leave?" I ask laying my head on his lap.

"I'm almost done packing things up all I gotta do is-

"Where is my Hello Kitty stuff?" I cut him off.

"I packed it into two boxes their labeled for whenever we put it into storage"

"I don't want to put that in storage" I say picking my body up off of the floor and taking one last look at what used to be my room before walking out.

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I open the door to the beautiful mansion at first I see no one which I think is a good thing as I'm already mad so I make my way to my room and leave my dad to bring in the boxes for me and himself.

"Welcome back!!!" My family yells as soon as I walk into the kitchen and at first I'm startled but I ignore them and keep walking towards my room and soon enough I hear footsteps following me.

"Damn girl no type of hey, how you doing. What's wrong?" My sister Arielle asks.

"The problem is I don't want to be here but it seems like I don't have a fucking choice" I say throwing my suitcase on my bed.

"Why don't you wanna be here? I really thought you loved being here," she says plopping down on my bed.

"I'm used to Texas because Houston is where my heart is," I explain to her

"Your heart should be here or Louisiana." She says with a serious face.

"Don't get me wrong Louisiana is always going to have a little part of my heart because that's where I was born and I grew up there for 6 years, but this, California has not one part of me except for you guys." I say finally getting rid of a little cloud hanging over my head but I know there are so many more.

"But you have everything you could've ever wanted. I mean look you have a car, you have a fashion designer, you have a big house, you even have a maid, and a chef!!!" She yells at me.

"A car that I was given, a fashion designer I never ask for anything, a maid that picks up you guys mess because I clean up my mess by myself, a chef that cooks for you guys because honestly how many times have I eaten dinner with y'all, and a big fancy house I never asked for!! I want to work for anything I get I've never asked for anything to be given to me!!" I yell back at her and I hear a bunch of footsteps coming up the stairs and soon enough everyone is blocking my door.

"Why do you think all of that is bad it's okay to have things given to you,"

"I understand if you're busy and running errands and stuff but what do you need a maid for when you literally sit on your ass all day?"

"I do work, Ashlee works, mom works everyone works in this house except for you so you're living off of us therefore you have no room to talk."

I can't help it but one of those crazy people laughs comes out of me and I'm ready to drop some facts.

"No, you guys live off of dad and his money after their divorce dad gave her 10 million dollars, am I correct?" My dad nods.

"And if I'm not mistaken the card that you guys use is paid for by dad and has a limit and once you reach that limit dad refills it not mama because dad does the same thing for her. And btw I've been working since 7th grade." I tell her walking away leaving her with her mouth open.

"Also my card doesn't have a limit," I say shrugging my shoulders continuing down the staircase and slamming the front door as I exit.