"We're moving", she stated with the most enthusiasm she could fit into this phrase, since this wasn't the first time either of us had heard it. I said nothing for a few moments so she pulled out a chair and sat by the table next to me. She took my hand from where it rested alone on the table top and gentley shook it. "Chrissie", she sang in a sing-song voice, "we are going to move!" I sighed and looked at my mother. Despite her effort in trying to be excited, nothing could hide the lost look that haunted my mother's eye's.
To me, my mother was like a piece of art. She looked like a piece of art. Her hair was a golden brown that fell so perfectly around her face, almost as if it had been drawn to stay there. She had a slight tan and flawless skin and this made her complexion seem as if one of an angel. Her eye's however, decieving all her perfections, were washed out, almost as if every tear she had shed had slowly washed away the colour of her eyes.
She looked lost, as if the world she saw was different to the one I saw.
I knew my mother struggled. Not only to come up with enough money, but for surviving on her own. After my father abandoned our family, he left me and my mother on our own,taking everything valuable with him. Leaving us with our only option of living. A caravan. Which meant the traveling life.
After my father walked out, I refused to associate myself with a single boy or man. I completley disregarded them,because to me, they were cold-hearted monsters who lied and cheated.
"Jen", I said and I watched my mother's smile fade. "Mom" I corrected myself. "Mom, why again? Where are we even going to go?" I straightened up, hoping I would look older and more convincing. "You just got a good job. Better payment than one you've ever had and we've been here for over a year. We've finally settled in mom. Finally." The word lingered in the air as we both took it into acount. The truth was that we had both settled in, or at least she had. The thing is, unlike my mom, looking like a painting, I looked like a child had just splattered the colours of the rainbow on a canvas.
Unlike my mother I had a long, thick ponytail of red hair, making me stand out more than I would like to.
Unlike my mother, my eye's were green, and my mum always said I had gold specks in them too. I didn't believe her, If I was half fairie I might've. But I'm just me, so I don't believe her. I, however, did not have sadness roaming in my eyes. I vowed to be strong.
Unlike my mother, I had a few freckles displaying across my nose.
So, I stood out, I looked different, I was weird. I was different. I wasn't the same, so I didn't fit in.
Also, being fourteen and not being interested in boys is like a major bump in the road of Lovely Lane.
Girls disregarded me as immature, to which I just replied, "At least I know when to stop obsessing over guys who don't even know I exist."
Another thing, probably the main reason I don't settle in very well, and can't make very many friends, is because I can't keep my tongue. I hate being stood up, I hate being the one to stand there and replay in my mind what had just happened. I had that feeling when my dad left. I never wanted to feel that pathetic and sad ever again.
I hadn't settled in. I doubt the word 'finally' would ever describe anything in my life.
Chrissie Miles. Finally made friends.
Not.
Chrissie Miles. Finally got rid of all males in the world.
Not.
Chrissie Miles. Finally moved into a house permanently.
Not.
Chrissie Miles. Finally became normal. Not.
Chrisse Miles. Fin- "Chrissie", my mother said with more desperation in her voice, breaking my trail of thought. I looked straight at her eyes, they were filled with desperation and then I realised how much she wanted this. How much she needed it. I gave her a smile and a weak laugh. "Sure mom. Sounds great." She flashed me a grin and said very fast, "OkaygoodbecauseI'vealreadyarrangedeverythingforourdeparture", and sped of into a room in the house as if I was going to chase after her. "Oh, and we leave tomorrow!" she shouted from the room. I sighed and chuckled. I would really like to meet another person with a mother as crazy as mine.
Chrissie Miles. Finally gets a regular mother.
Not.
