Unwritten

5

I fell asleep again during the car ride to the house, it wasn't that long of a drive, probably 45 minutes, but it felt like a full length sleep. All the houses here are sort of stacked together. We're in the outskirts of town, so I guess it's reasonable but still kinda weird. It's pretty though. All the bundled houses, i bet everyone knows each other.

Hopefully I'll fit in just fine. 5471. That's it, my new house number. And next to us, 5470. (I wouldn't say next to us, our windows are practically conjoined.) All the houses look the same. White shutter walls (trailer park homes, practically) with the second floor windows decorated with brown wood boarders. The first floor windows actually stick out a little, at least enough for me to sit on top of there. The paint was kind of falling, but honestly i loved it. It was a quiet little neighborhood, and there was wildlife. We didn't really have a backyard, but the bushes covered the boarders of the house that weren't occupied and grass grew wildly with tiny little white flowers all over the ground.

I could see dad inspecting around the house, looking for any broken parts or animals or whatever. I grabbed my stuff and took my first step into my new life. Most probably temporary, because some things just never change, or always change in this case, but hey who knows.

My room was the conjoined window room. My dad and I unpacked all of my clothes, and we moved around all my furniture until I decided I liked the way it all looked together. I jumped on my mattress, (which didn't even have a bed frame, it was just a mattress on the floor) and picked out a book from the box of books I decided not to unpack.

After about an hour or so of reading about a couple who had to split up due to the fact that the guys mom was a scummy witch and moved states, mostly so they wouldn't be together, I went downstairs to find my dad munching down his dinner.

He offered me half, but I declined and took an apple off the counter.

"You start school in a few weeks, Skye"

"Don't remind me, dad. I'm not that excited."

"But you'll meet new people! Maybe even a boyfriend, and make best friends with someone!" He smirked at his singsong voice, reminding me of making friends.

"What good would that do, if we just end up moving again in a few months."

I got mad, I don't know why, something just came over me. I felt like shit for snapping back at him but he knew it was coming.

Dad knew I didn't like the moving, and I shouldn't have been so rude about it, but sometimes it's annoying. I can't keep a boyfriend because no one likes long distance relationships, and I'll lose my best friend after not talking to them for like a week. It's hard to keep people close to me when I'm always jumping around places, but it's my only option besides mom, but we don't talk about her.