When You Came

Aighlee

Chapter Two   

I checked my old room, making sure I didn't forget anything.

I started tearing up when I heard my dad yell from the other room, "Come on honey, it's time to go!" I wiped a tear that escaped, grabbed my bags, and walked out of the room.

"I'm ready." My voice cracked a little but I tried to act confident. He looked at me with a worried expression.

"Are you alright Aighlee? I know it's hard for you, please understand." He said to me.

I breathes deeply and said, "I'm fine dad, don't worry about me." He looked at me for a second, but I saw his concern wash away. This was another lie I couldn't stand. Should he know how I really felt? Isn't better if he doesn't worry about me? I know this is hard for him too, and I want him to take care of himself. So I guess not telling him is the better idea..

"Aighlee? Can you help me with the bags please?" He asked me. I jerked out of my day dreaming, biting my lip and nodding my head. As I set my bags in the trunk, I looked over at my dad. I noticed his loosened tie, shaggy brown hair, and crooked glasses. At this point, I knew I was going to punch the next person who asked if we were related. WAY too many people asked me and I'm just.. done. I looked a lot more like my mom, a California tan, blonde hair, and hazel eyes.

I quickly ran to back into the house, looking at the built-in mirror. I was wearing a white tube top, ripped jeans, and my white Vans. My hair is in two french braids, done by me of course, and I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

I hear my dad yell for me again, and I ran outside.

"You ready?" He asked me, a little sad but also excited. I look back at the house, then nodding my head. A tear slowly makes its way to the ground. I watched it hit the ground, trying to find my strength. I breathed shakily, getting into the car. He turned the car around, driving away from the house.

I looked into the review mirror, my hands shaking. Good bye, I'm sorry I'm leaving. Please forgive me mom. I looked away from the review mirror, and this time I didn't look back.

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I woke up hours after sleeping in the car, and my body ached from the position I was in. I sat up straight, yawning. Dad looked at me and smiled.

"Almost there darling, almost to Florida.." He pat my thigh reassuringly. I looked out the window, the sun reflecting off my skin. For a moment I felt happy, like everything I had before was mine again. My mom and dad in the car with me, on our way to McWay Falls for our yearly trip. I remember smiling so much my face ached, but I wouldn't stop.

But this time it was just dad and me, and instead of going to McWay Falls, we were on our way to Florida. We were moving, not taking a vacation, moving.

What will I expect? Will I go back to the me I used to be? Who will I be friends with? How do people act in Florida?

Ugh, I'm sick of this mindset. Come on Aighlee, get it together. And there you have it, the"We can do it!" part of me. I call it more of me trying to be positive. But of course all my friends said I acted like the overly positive and annoying mom that everyone hated when I talked like that. We all would laugh about it, but it made me nervous and I didn't want anyone to judge me for it so I decided to just keep my mouth shut I wanted to say something too positive.

My dad cuts me in thought turning on the radio, country music of course. I rolled my eyes, sighing loudly.

"You don't like this." My dad said, and it annoyed me how casually he said it.

Oh my lord what do you think?! "Okay dad, maybe a different station?" I said instead.

"Of course darling!" He said it with enthusiasm, changing the radio. He stops on my favorite song. I hopped up in my seat, accidentally hitting my head against the roof of the car. I reached up to the top of my head, cursing to myself.

"What was that Aighlee?"My dad was only half worried about me, and I knew that because his eyes were not moving off the road.

"Just don't change the song." I grumbled, frustrated from my throbbing head. I looked out the window, humming the song. I wasn't going to ruin my favorite song because my head. In the corner of my eye, I saw my dad reach for the radio. My head turned quickly but steadily, and I gave his hand a better-not-change-the-station-or-I-will-fry-you-like-a-burger death stare.

I was surprised when he reached for the volume, he turned it up where all I was absorbed in the song. If I'm honest I didn't like it at first, it did hurt my ears and I felt like climbing into a little ball. But then I started getting used to it, and I felt like it was just me and my music, which is something I wish could happen more often.

I stuck my head out the window, letting the bitter air slice through pieces of my hair. I felt good, but then it came back. I didn't know how to get it out of my head, it just came back every time I tried to block it out.

Who will I be during school?

It was the one thought that wouldn't leave me. And I hated myself for it. Deep down I knew that I really did wonder, and that's why I couldn't stop asking myself. I tried to tell me to be myself, but it was hard. What if a rude girl bullies me because.. of my mom? I would be heartbroken, so do I hide myself away so I'm not noticed? Or do I try to stand out, acting like I didn't care what anyone said.
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     "We're here!" Dad said with excitement in his voice. I sat up straight, rubbing my eyes. My mouth hung open, and my eyes widened at the sight of the house.

     "It.. it's huge dad.." I said in awe.

     "Does that mean you like it?" My dad asked knowingly. He smiled at me, I saw a little spark in his eye, and I walked up to him.

     "I love it dad," but then reality hits me, " I just wish mom could be here with us." He pulled me into a hug, not quite a bear hug, but a loving hug, one I've felt a lot for the past few weeks.

     "I know honey," he kissed me on the cheek, "but she is happy that we've moved on, she is happy that we are together, and she is here with us always. I promise you that." He gave me a pathetic smile, then motioning me to help unpack.
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I fell backwards onto my bed, exhausted. This day sucks. I looked at my ceiling and sighed. Oh no. Today's Saturday, and my first day of school is Monday. A crazy day. A horrid day. A psychotic day.

But there's nothing I can do to stop it. All I can do, is get ready for it, get ready for the war to come.

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Cool, I finished another chapter. It took a pretty long time but I'm happy I got it finished. I have a couple things to say, and I guess I will kinda just throw them at you. First, if you didn't know it is pronounced 'I-Lee'. It is a real name and I did name it after someone I know. Do NOT judge the name, I would very much appreciate it if you didn't. Second, please remember that if I made a mistake please tell me!! I obviously won't get mad if I was told that I pronounced something wrong(And please try to tell me nicely that would be very much appreciated:D). Another thing, if you are confused with the P.O.V.'s they do not over lap, they will most likely go by each day, but if something with a lot of action happens, that might change. I am planning to have some cliff hangers, but if I do I will try to write the next chapter fast! Writer's Tip: Yes I am a young writer and this isn't a big tip because I'm not a good enough writer to give you guys real tips but.. if you are writing a story, something that helps is music!! I wouldn't have been able to write this part without it. I am not really suggesting.. to be honest I really am trying to make sure you guys at least try it! NEXT ;) I wanted to say that I didn't proof read.. heh. Sorry I'm just really tired. Sorry for the long note. Love ya<3.