Love , Laughter , Lattè .

Chapter 1 : Singular Subject

It had started off as a normal day. I came home from school, I set down my bag and got a snack and I knew something wasn't right. I looked around and i saw boxes I hadn't seen when I walked in. We hadn't just moved in, I have lived in this apartment for over 3 years. The boxes must mean were moving. Again. My father, (Jacob Celavé), was part of a very big company that made furniture in the US. We have moved at least 5 times since he's had this job in the past 5 years. And now we seem to be doing it again. I went into the bathroom and saw a few more boxes and then I looked in the mirror. I saw me. Tara Celavé. I have short brunette hair and cute chubby cheeks. Well, at least I think so haha. I am fluffier than what you would call skinny but Im pear shaped so I'm good. I went into the living room and looked at the clock that was one of the only things left on the walls. It was 2:30 when I got home and my dad got home at 2:45 and after everything I had done that meant he would get home any minute now.

"Hey Dad!" I Shouted at him as he came through the door and hugged me. His hugs have always been warm. But this one was different. Like an "I'm sorry" hug. He let go and began to speak. "Hello dear. How was your day?" I told him it was good and how at lunch me and my friends had an amazing time because we got Chipotle. He looked upset so I asked him what was wrong. "Baby Girl sit down we need to talk..." He said as he sat on the couch and look down as he fiddled with his thumbs. I was about to say something but he cut me off. "How would you feel about moving again?" I asked him where to and he seemed to get even more sad. He replied with "Sweden." I didn't want to leave my friends and my school. I don't have to worry about a boyfriend because I'm a singular subject. But still. My friends? My school? I can't and I won't go to Sweden.