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Daniella
I sat in the back seat of the car dreading what's to come. New school, probably no new friends, new curriculum, new assholes we call people. Thankfully school starts in a few days rather than tomorrow. On Thursday to be exact. the reason I'm in the back seat is because I'm mad at my mom. I don't understand why we have to move all the time. I've been in Texas, New York, Montana, Ohio, Idaho, Florida, Indiana and now California. We're from Cuba and we were there for six years. I don't even remember my life there.
It's really pretty out here in Cali but everyone is probably going to judge me because I'm not as willing to give in to peer pressure like they are. I'm most definitely not a follower. And some people are so shocked that its possible to be independent.
"hey, it's not that bad. I don't think it is at least," she said glancing at me every now and again. "I'm sorry. I promise this is the last big move." she stated. "it's just. why do we always have to move right when we're getting comfortable. And only because you found something wrong?" I asked. "because I want you and me to explore and have stories for your kids. I don't want you to be wondering all your life what it's like to be outside of Cuba. Because I know what it's like. it's not because I found something wrong." she said and laughed not tearing her eyes away from the road.
why can't that be my choice in the future? "alright well this is our last stop because if you decide to move again then I'm buying a house of my own here and staying." I said partly Angry but also laughing. "sure. Where would you even get that money? " she said but I stayed quiet.
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We arrived. It was a beautiful house. It was a two-story. It's Completely white but the roof was dark blue. The front door was a maroon colour. "isn't it so nice?" my mom asked as she turned to me. "yeah You've always picked nice houses." I admitted. it was true. even though we weren't rich we always seemed to catch a break. Maybe there are some good things coming from this move.
We walked in and placed the boxes inside. We went around and looked at all the rooms. They were huge. I picked a room. A nice baby blue room with a bathroom connected. I brought all my bathroom things upstairs and put them on the counter next to the sink. Then I brought up my clothes and shoes. Our furniture is coming tomorrow. We always try to use the same furniture so we have more of a homey feeling.
It was only 1:30 so I went out for a walk. I got to know the neighbourhood. I was passing a grocery store and a boy walked out. He had baggy sweat pants on. And a sweatshirt. He also had these huge Adidas high top shoes. He looked to be about my age but a foot and a half taller. But we were pretty far apart. why am I studying him? I don't know. I guess I got carried away because he noticed me looking so I turned my head quickly to face forward.
I saw a park in the distance. I walked up and started swinging on one of the empty swing sets. I sat there for a few minutes swinging and saw some guys playing basketball. I got up and walked over and sat on a bench nearby and watched because I was getting tired of swinging.
Out of nowhere the ball hits the rim of the hoop and hits me on my head. My vision gets blurry but I regained it quickly. I didn't want to cry in front of everyone so I took a breath in. the boy I saw walking out of the grocery store walks by to pick up the ball. He walks away without saying a word.
I scrunched my face up. "asshole" I scoffed. He stopped and turned around. "excuse me?" he asked in a state of shocked anger. "oh sorry did I stutter. I said you're an asshole. " I said. "what gives you the right to call me that?" he asked walking up to me. a boy on the court yelled. "toss the ball back!"
He walked away flipping me off. I got up from the bench and walked fast out of the park. "pendejo!" I yelled. I had a major headache when I walked back home.
"Hey, Dani how did your walk go? D'you get to Know town?" my mom asked as I walked through the door. "yeah it was nice. I already got into a fight with someone. how nice right?" I said still upset that we had to move here. "what? what happened?" she asked concerned. "it doesn't matter. I'm going to go take a shower and go to bed." I answered.
I'd probably never see the guy again so what's the point in obsessing. I picked out my clothes for tomorrow after my shower and put on my pyjamas.
