Bad for Me

The Move

Leia's P.O.V.

"I don't know what you see in him. I mean, for Christ's sake he's not even hot! If he's a gold digger he should at least have the decency to be hot," I said to my mother as we finished packing the last of my clothes.

"Honey, Chris is not a gold digger. And please don't say stuff like that in front of him when we get there. I know you will come to like him just as much as I do. You just have to give it time! Oh and weren't you the one that said to don't judge a book by it's cover," my mom grunted out as she attempted to carry the box to the moving truck.

"Yeah but if it's the book you're gunna be spending the rest of your life with, I'm pretty sure you're allowed to judge it by it's cover whenever you want," I said with hope of her contemplating divorce after being married for only a week. My mom and my new step-dad got married after only knowing each other for 3 months. What kind of responsible adult does that? You would think my mom would have learned how marriage goes after going through 3 marriages already.

"How about you carry this box while I think about it," my mom said while handing me the box.

"Really?!?" I asked with glee while I jumped up and down while carrying the box with the newfound strength I gained from the words my mom spoke just seconds ago.

"No. Now be a good daughter and put the box in the moving truck so we can leave already. All this lifting has made me sweat too much for my liking," my mom said as she scrunched her face at the thought of being slightly out of place. My mom always believed in being the best version of herself at all times. She hopped into the driving seat of the moving truck and started the car. Someone's eager to take a shower.

"Hurry up Leia," my mom screamed at the same time she honked the horn.

Sighing, I heaved the final box into the moving truck and climbed into the passenger seat. As soon as I closed the passenger door, my mom stomped on the gas and I quickly put my seatbelt on. "What are you trying to do? Kill me?" I asked my mom as she took a quick right turn to get out of our neighborhood. Ex-Neighborhood, I thought with a sad expression.

{A Week Later}

"Mom! Have you seen my car keys?" I yelled so my voice would carry down the stairs while I was in my bedroom looking under the bed for the keys.

"Leia, you're 17! You're too young to be forgetting where everything is," she yelled back. "Did you check the key bowl?"

Sighing and making my way down the stairs, I replied, "What the heck is a key bowl and why would we have such an absurd sounding object?"

"A key bowl is a small bowl where you put your keys so they won't get lost. And it's not absurd! Every normal family has one," my mom spoke to me as if I was stupid for not knowing this information.

"Obviously it doesn't work since I lost my keys. Anyway, I'm going to go get something to eat at Chic-fil-a. Do you want anything?" I asked while walking to the front door. Chic-fil-a was my favorite fast food place ever since my mom first took me there.

"Yeah can you get me a chicken sandwich without the pickles and some waffle fries," my mom said while she lazily plopped herself down on the living room couch.

"I just said that to sound like a nice person and you were supposed to say no thank you. Sorry! Gotta go! Love ya!" I said as I rushed out the door but not before I heard my mom mutter, "What's with kids these days?"

As I made my way to my black convertible, I couldn't help but smile because of it's immense beauty. Unable to contain myself, I hugged the hood of my car, which I named Angelina, and murmured thirteen different I love you's before I was interrupted by a tap on my shoulder. Freezing, I slowly turned my head to see the face of a little boy, maybe 4 or 5 years old, looking at me worriedly.