White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste..
"Hon?" my mum says, waking me from my daze.
"Huh?" I say groggily
"Do you want to take a nap? I mean it's another 7 hours until we get to a rest stop."
"Uhh.. ok.." and with that, I put my earphones back in and let Ed Sheeran drift me to sleep. I look out the window, and I say goodbye to my home. I had lived on the Gold Coast since I was born. I first learnt how to surf on that beach right there, by my grandpa. I guess the hardest part of moving, was having to say goodbye to all the memories. The Gold Coast was my life, and the only reason we moved was because of my mum's stupid job transfer. Apparently, it was for the best, as she wasn't getting enough money to pay for two kids. My older brother, Luke, is currently touring Europe, with his band, 5SOS. He isn't due to come back, for another six months, so I honestly don't know why we are moving now.
*Seven hours later*
"Bub? Come on sweetie it's time to wake up!" I here my mum 'whispering.'
"Where are we?"
"At the rest stop. Come on, they have a motel for us." I get out of the car, taking my carry on suitcase, phone and laptop with me. The motel isn't exactly the most appealing place to stay, but at least its something. It is a small red-brick building, with ivy growing down the biggest wall. There are about 20 doors, each leading to a separate room. My mum and I follow this short, old man to our room for the night. He has a cute, American accent to match with his shining smile.
"Here you go, ma'ams!" the man says with joy.
"Thankyou, so much for this. Um, how much is this room going to cost?" my mum says. I start to walk away before this gets too boring. I walk into our tiny, one room home for the night. There are two small single beds in the corner, an old, dusty couch on one wall, and a bathroom in the adjoining room. I lay my suitcase on to the bed, and start to take out my pyjamas.
"Thankyou!" I hear my mum shout as the man walks away.
"Ok hon, time for bed, we have to get up early tomorrow."
*Next Day*
"Marissa...?... Marissa...MARISSA!" I hear my mum scream.
"Mmm?" I mumble in return.
"Come on, pack up and get changed.. we gotta go." My mum says while scrambling around, pack up.
"Alright.." I say falling back asleep.
"COME ON MARISSA!" Trust my mum to rush everything, and want it in a complete and perfect order. She's always been like this really, wanting everything to be perfect, no matter the circumstances. I guess it's OCD, but sometimes she will try so hard for something that's just not happening.
As I changed into some new clothes, in the corner of my eye, I saw my mum looking at a picture of my dad. As much as I hate him for walking out on us, I still love him so much. I guess at the time, I didn't understand why he would leave us. My mum was really depressed around that time, and Luke leaving didn't make matters any better. I have and still try so hard just to make my mum happy, and to distract her from my dad.
I walked up to my mum and ripped the the photograph out of her hand and smashed it on the floor.
"You don't need this anymore. Dad's gone and you really don't need to think about him anymore." I say trying not to choke up.
