"Explain to me why we had to move again." I said while I lifted a box from our cars truck.
"Change is good for the soul!" My mother chirped from behind me.
"I don't see what was wrong with our old house." I sighed.
My mom took the box from my hands and walked up to the cream colored two story house that is now our new home. I wrapped my arms around myself as the cold late August wind breezed by. It was seven am in the morning and here my mom and I were moving into a new house. This has to be the third time we've moved in the last two years. Moving used to be excited but now it just sucks.
Settling into a new place just to be taken from it...it's beginning to drive me nuts. The hardest part would always be saying goodbye to my friends after months of bonding. The promises of remaining in contact were always broken one way or another. I didn't want to keep moving. Whatever my parents were looking for in these places I really hoped it was here. I took the last box out of the truck and placed it on the ground before slamming the truck closed. With a huge grunt I lifted up the box and slowly made my way up to the front door.
Geez, unpacking all of this is going to kill me. I thought to myself while I looked around the house seeing boxes everywhere. Hopefully my dad will be here by tomorrow from his business trip to help us with all this. "Help" is the wrong thing to say...more like he could do it for us. Strange thing about my dad is that he's that person to take control of everything, like a control freak. Sometimes he makes me think of Death the Kid from Soul Eater because he needs things a certain way and it needs to be precise or else all hell breaks loose.
Once I reached my room I dropped the box I was holding out of exhaustion. Releasing a heavy sigh, I put my hands on my hips looking around the cluttered room. The only thing that was prepared in the room already was my bed. What should I start unpacking first? Clothes? My endless collection of books? My posters? Before I came up with a decision a knock on my bedroom door distracted me. I turned around to look at my mom.
"Sweetie, I just thought I'd let you know that your new school year starts tomorrow." She said with a smile.
My mouth dropped to the floor. Why is she doing this to me?! I only have a day to get ready for my junior year? What the hell am I going to do? God, why did she wait to tell me now? I didn't want to do anything for the next week but unpack and get used to the new surroundings I was in.
"Sadly, the school your going to started up two weeks ago...so you're going to be the new girl. BUT on the bright side you get to be the center of attention." My mom exclaimed, throwing me a wink.
I hate being the center of attention.
"Great, Mom. Anymore bombs you want to drop on me today? Wait, don't tell me...Santa Claus isn't real."
My mom raised an eyebrow at me. "What makes you think Santa isn't real?"
I shook my head sadly. This is my mother ladies and gentlemen, the weirdest of them all I tell you. One day I'll need to find out if she's joking about these things or not. But for now...
"Mom, please let me unpack my things so I can mentally prepare myself for public humiliation tomorrow."
"Pick out something adorable! Like that lacey purple dress I bought you from Forever 21. You still haven't worn that yet." My mother exclaimed, coming into my room and beginning to go through my clothes boxes to look for the dress.
"Mom, you know I hate dresses. They are crazy uncomfortable."
"Carson. You are wearing that dress!"
While my mom continued to go through my clothes boxes to find the dress I wanted to burn in our new fireplace, I started to unpack my books. Carefully I added each one to the bookshelves, I organized my books from the authors last name like you would see in a library. One thing you should know about me is that I am a huge book fantic. Most of the books I have have to do with romance...another thing you should know is that I'm big on romance. When I was finally done putting my books away I noticed that my mom had started putting my clothes away. Huh. That's never happened before.
At least she never found the dress. Hopefully, that dress disappeared because there was absolutely no way I was going to wear that thing to school tomorrow. I wanted to wear my comfortable converse with a nice graphic tee and jeans. Of course, my mom wouldn't want that. Ever since I told my mom that I liked girls she felt the need to make me even more girly than normal. Which meant she hated the way I currently dressed, which made no sense. I mean she loves the way Ellen dresses.
As I began to hang up my posters I heard my Mom let out a triumph shriek. Oh my God. She found it. Turning around I saw my mom hugging the dress to her chest, a wide smile on her face. That dress needs to be burned. Burned! Maybe I can throw it out of the window and tell her I 'lost' it. My mom looked like she won the lottery while I stared daggers at the inanimate object.
"You are going to look so cute in this." She gushed.
Yep, that thing had to go.
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The next morning I woke up to my mom blasting Boyfriend by Justin Bieber. Jesus, my mother is like a total teenager. What kind of parent blasts Justin Bieber at 6 am as they get ready for work? A weird one. Groaning, I rolled over and put the pillow over my head to cover my ears trying to drown out Justin Beiber's voice. A few minutes later, I gave up and decided to take a shower.
When I got out I saw that my mom put the dress on my bed while I was showering. When my mom noticed that I was staring daggers at the dress yesterday she hid it from me so I wouldn't rip it to shreds trying to be the Hulk. Knowing I couldn't get out of wearing the goddamn thing, I put it on. Just to test my mom I chose to put on my black converse. She wasn't going to make me wear heels because I definitely fall on my ass every five minutes.
"Carson!" My mom nearly dropped her plate once she saw my footwear after I walked into the kitchen. "You were supposed to wear flats with that."
I shrugged. What are children for if they don't part their parents? I took an apple from the refrigerator, washed it, and bit into the juicy fruit.
"At least I'm wearing the dress at all." I said sweetly.
My mom still wasn't pleased but luckily she let it go. "Your bag is by the door. Get it and let's go."
I furrowed my brow in confusion and looked at the clock in the hallway, it was only 6:45. "But...Mom it's still early school shouldn't be open yet."
"Yes, but you need to get your schedule and figure out where your classes are ahead of time." My mom said matter-of-a-factly.
This should be normal but the thing is...My mom never took me to school early. Ever. This was definitely odd, but I wasn't going to question her about it. Without another word I followed her to the front door, grabbed my backpack, and exited the house. Here goes nothing.
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Sorry that this chapter is a little boring but it will get pretty fun in the next chapter so just bare with me! Vote. Comment. Annnnd eat portarts!
xxx Zianni
