The Awkward Girl

On The Road

Here I am in the car, things all packed in the truck, listening to music my parents don't approve of. Looking out the window pretending I'm in a movie where the music is actually the voice of how I'm feeling.

I'm an emotional wreck. I don't want to move out of California.

Why did my mom have to get a job out of state? Especially when that state is North Carolina.

We have a family of four. It's my mom, dad and sister. I'm the oldest by 2 years. Her name is Emma. We have our moments of sister love, other than that, we don't do much with each other.

I'm currently in my batman pajamas because I didn't feel like changing when I was half asleep. I had no motivation for pants at 6 a.m.

I was starring up at the clouds and got lost in the music, then Emma hit me on the leg.

I took out one headphone and gave her a dirty look. Then she pointed at mom who was already looking at me in the rear view mirror so she could drive and make eye contact at the same time.

"What?" I said with some attitude in my voice, clearly annoyed.

"I said, are you hungry?" She asked with some concern since I haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday. I haven't really been in the mood to eat knowing id be leaving my best friend behind.

"Yeah I could eat I guess"

I couldn't help but be aggravated to leave Ashley behind. She was my best friend, my sister, my everything. We hung out every day until I the day of me leaving. We cried for almost 2 hours. My eyes are still puffy, and cheeks still red.

I left out my one headphone seeing as we pulled off on an exit.

We stopped at McDonalds and ate inside. As we stood in line I had to think about what I wanted. None of it looked appetizing to me, but I had to eat so my parents wouldn't worry.

It was my turn to order and I got 2 cheeseburgers, a 10 piece chicken nugget, large fries and sweet tea. I hope I can eat all of that, because I just got so many shocked looks.

You'd think I was a depressed, anorexic, awkward girl. Well you're almost right. Except, I'm definitely not anorexic, and the only reason I'm depressed is because I'm leaving.

I can't stand making new friends, I could barely get the only I have now.

It was funny how I met her.

It was 5th grade and it was lunch time. I was next to her in the lunch line and asked for pizza. She was already waiting for her piece. I got mine first and she was really pissed. I gave her my piece and she had an attitude about it saying how she didn't want pizza from a complete stranger. So, like the sarcastic bitch I am, I told her that she'll accept food from a complete stranger, (being the lunch lady), but not from a complete stranger (being me)?

She had nothing to say and I walked away, taking my piece off of her tray.

She chased after me and said "I think I'm going to like you"

We sat down at the round table in the corner.

"My name is Ashley" she said holding out her hand.

"Diana" I said looking at her hand gesture.

She slowly retracted her hand and turned to her food she had finally gotten and we both laughed.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

From then on out we were best friends, doing everything together.

Always texting each other, whether it was about boys, food, school, drama, gossip, or tv shows.

I'm going to miss seeing her face everyday.

I downed the 2 cheeseburgers and half of my fries. I starred at the rest of the food and told myself I could do it.

My parents just stared at me with caution worrying about if I'm going to puke or not.

I finished all of it and headed for the car. I was in my normal position, head on the pillow I had leaned up against the window and two headphones in.

We had a long way to go.