"Okay what's up?" I asked with a little hesitation. He replied, "we're gonna have to move again, but not somewhere new, we're going back to Australia." I felt a little shocked and taken aback by this.
"We're going back to Australia? Why are we going back there? Everyone hates me for leaving and now I have to come back to everyone hating me once again.." I shook my head and sat at the table. this was a lot..
I didn't exactly leave the best of terms with my bestfriend. she insisted I was picking America and the new school new life motto over her and the lads. she was wrong though, I wasn't choosing anything.. I had and have no choices in where we go.. anyways when I got here everyone kinda loved me but I wasn't the real me. I was a different me so no one would know the real me. No one could judge me or change me. But I ended up changing myself by wearing a mask all of the time and it got me to be ... a popular girl. social media, school, homecoming queen.. I had no choice but to keep up with what was expected of me or else I would be hated again. I should just be myself but I don't know how to. Especially anymore, I don't even know who I am.
"It's gonna be alright Millie, they don't hate you. they want you to be you. that's all, and it's because they care. They want to see the old you. They want you to be happy."
"Dad they haven't even texted me since I left .. they were so mad they became glad I was leaving. They don't want me around" I put my head in my hands before deciding to get up and go back upstairs. As I was walking I asked "when are we going?" I was going to pack if it's within a week.
"Tomorrow" my eyes got wide, they gave me a day? Not even a whole day? Are you kidding me?
"Ok." I silently walked up to my room then slammed my door shut and started aggressively packing.
I grabbed all my old clothes, the ones I stopped wearing,my new clothes just so I have some nice things and all my jewelry and bracelets. I packed my shoes, all in 2 suitcases.
I then packed up everything else including my cds, my bed sheets, pillows, etc.
I looked around at my pictures with all my "friends" I tore them all down threw them in a small box and put it with my stuff.
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the moving van came to pick things up
around 4 pm, so they could ship them out there as soon as possible.
I went inside and laid on my bed with my pillow and blanket that I'd be bringing with me on the plane, went on my phone since everything else was packed.
I went onto twitter to tweet,
@ milliejones : "sooo back to Australia 🇦🇺 this should be interesting"
I turned my notifications off and turned to Netflix and watched a movie, once I was done watching a movie, I went downstairs to call for a pizza, I had about 40 bucks on me and I was hungry for something else other than microwaved food.
I sat on the couch staring at the walls for a minute before turning the tv on, it was screwed to the wall we decided to make an extra 500 bucks on it because we sold the house to some family. I grabbed my phone and saw a message from my "best friend" here in Cali.
lacie : so you're just gonna tweet it but not tell me ?? your best fucking friend? Your cousin was right about you, you're just a dumb bitch. and you don't care about anyone but you.
me : so you're friends with my cousin now?
lacie : I mean yeah, she's the only one who's there for me now. you've gone off the radar lately and haven't been very social but very active on social media.
me : so you're sitting here telling me you're friends with the person who made my life hell? who humiliated me on my 10th birthday, the birthday YOU had my back. we're just gonna ignore the fact that you are friends with her.
she didn't reply after that and I just blocked her along with everyone from school on everything not missing an app.
I posted a selfie on snap and then I heard the doorbell ring.
I opened it and the pizza guy was there so I called my parents down for some pizza.
I gave him 35 it was 31 I told him to keep the change and he thanked me.
I didn't hear my parents come down so I called them again. they came out, my moms hair was messy and my dad was sweating, oh god. They were fucking.
Jesus Christ.
"What is it honey" she insisted.
I laughed and held my piece of pizza in the air, "Fooooood" I dragged on.
My mother shook her head and my dad chuckled. "Well I mean who can say no to pizza" he said and walked over grabbed a piece and we did cheers with our pieces.
My mother laughed and poured herself a glass of wine.
