Does Mr Right Exist

Chapter One : Moving

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Because our reality is that we're only living to die

God I hate how my mother work.

This whole fashion business women bull crap is getting to me, I mean like really do I have to move around the world with her? Now I'm changing schools leaving my life behind, my best friend like really? Ahh jeez I exaggerate I mean my life? Really? Like I had one unless Me , School , Mom and my best friend Aditja were life then OK I did leave something behind but hopefully I'll be treated well in Florida , but I do know I'll be a nerd like always .

"Sorry miss would you like anything a drink?" disturbed an unfamiliar voice, reluctantly shifting out of my trance I turned to see the flight attendant.

"Uhm coke please" is all I said turning to face my front and continuing with my thoughts, because there was no way I was talking to the woman next to me whom I called mother after what she did and yes I am stubborn.

"Thanks" I took my coke and sucked on my straw quietly looking out the window and imagining what the bloody house looked like, but so far I've been told it was huge, not that I was suprised because Mrs Kirk does love things like no mans business, and just in case you were wondering , I'm a Kirk and before you say it yes it sucks .

"Sweetie are you ever going to talk to me?" my mom asked and I just did what was very me and connected my headphones and continued sucking down my favourite drink.