Am I Too Overwhelming?

13 ~ Please, Just Call me Laurel

3 days was all it took for my mother and I to pack up what we wanted to keep. That was it. I was moving from the house I had grown up in just to live in a house far from home. I can't believe this. Right now, I'm in the passenger seat of a moving truck, staring out the window and seeing an entirely new world.

"We're almost there!" My mom yells over the music she has playing. I've never really seen my mom this joyous since the tragedy of my father. Her smile was something I smiled back at. Seeing her smile like this makes me wanna forget we're headed somewhere my life would change completely. I'm not ready for a change. I was just transitioning into high school. I was gonna be in classes with my best friends! I even had my classes picked out! All the classes I wanted aside from the mandatory ones; my school year was all planned out. Now what? I won't know anybody at school and I really don't know if I can trust anybody at this new school. I always thought I'd live where I'd spent my childhood and that I'd never move from there; even if I was getting ready for college. I guess nobody expected that it would all change.

After hours of looking out of a small window, my mom stops the truck and puts the car in park. She turns down the music and says, "we're here!" I sigh and get out of the car. Whoa. I don't know what I was expecting when my mom said this house was nice, but this house was really really nice!

"Mom, where did you find a job?" I asked her with a tone of worry. She was already taking stuff out of the truck. I walked up to her, waiting for her answer. "I'll be working at this house as a housekeeper," she replied.

"You mean a maid, right?" I asked.

"Same thing. Help me unload all of this, will you?" I huffed and helped her move our stuff out of the truck. 

"Oh, right, the details on this family," She spoke as she closed the back of the truck. I'm surprised we could fit all our stuff into one truck. I thought we lived with a lot of important stuff in our house. "It's a single mother and her son. It's a pretty spacious house, but-" she kept talking, but I spaced out as soon as the owner was a single mother living with her son. I'm absolutely crazy, I thought to myself. It's a one-in-a-million chance. Is it? No, I have to check. I have to be sure!

I shook my head and interrupted my mom. "What's their surname?" I bit my lip to stop worry from crowding my expression. She looked like she was thinking hard about it. My anxiousness was getting to me, and I was at the point where I was getting ready to yell at her to hurry up. "You know, I don't remember.." She finally spoke after what felt like an eternity. My jaw dropped to the floor.

"I think I have their names on the paper in the truck-" I ran so quickly once she said where those papers were. I heard my mom yell something like 'oh, they're coming!' but I didn't care. I had to know who these people were because if I show myself without knowing, I could face years of regret. I opened the passenger door and jumped onto the seat. I rummaged through everything my mother had in her purses. I had them. The papers that told me whether my worrying was for nothing.

Before I could even read them, my mother called my name. I knew better than to say one second to my mother. I groaned in anger and shuffled back to where she was.

"This is the lady of the house, my boss." My mother spoke. I looked at her and smiled. She has this.. angelic aura to her. She seems so innocent and sympathetic. She smiled back at me. "I'm Laurel," She said. At this point, everything slipped my mind. The thought that her name sounded so similar and that I still hadn't seen her son all just flew away.

"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Laurel. I'm Kate," I said. I didn't want to embarrass my mother, nor seem as if I didn't have any manners. "Please, just call me Laurel." She nodded with a smile. She turned around and signaled us to move forward. "A friend of mine will help you all settle in."