"wait so how do you know my mom?" i ask les and levi.
"your mother was a good friend of our daughter, amelia, until she became, a not so nice friend of hers, and amelia had enough," leslie says.
i nod. it sounds like my mom. turning on her friends and becoming a bitch.
"sounds like her," i say and levi laughs.
leslie hits him, "go to bed."
"why," he says.
"because i told you to," she says.
i laugh and so does levi, "gosh. she's so bossy, be careful kid," he says and gets up from the table and heads to bed.
leslie laughs, "okay so, do you have your school stuff or no?"
i shake my head, "no i don't, can i run back and get it?"
"here i'll take you," she says and gets up, "do you have a car?"
i shake my head again, "no, my mom doesn't allow me to have one, and i have no money to buy one either. i'm planning on going for a job interview somewhere," i tell her.
"what do you like doing?" she asks.
"i like to draw and well, i don't know anything i guess." i tell her and we get in her car.
"i can get you a job at my business," she says.
"oh no, you don't have to do that," i say.
"no no, let me help you out," she says, "and it's not really my business, it's my daughters now, but it's in my name until i pass."
i nod, "oh, well thank you so much leslie," i say.
"please. call me les," she says and pulls up to my house.
i nod, "i'll be right back," i say and she nods.
i open the door slowly. i'm pretty sure my mom is asleep.
i run to my room and pack a ton of my clothes, my make up, my hair things, any money i have in my room, my favorite pillow and blanket, and all my shoes. that's all in my big duffel bag.
then in many little bags are more of my clothes and some of my belongings that mean a lot to me. i also pack my charger and headphones.
in another bag i throw all my paints and supplies inside. ill have to make another trip for the paintings i already have painted.
i make my way to the car and she opens the trunk. i put my bags inside and go to the door, "can i please get my paintings, that's all i have left that i want," i say.
"of course, just put them in the back seat then," she says and i nod.
i close the trunk and then go inside and get all ten of my paintings. i put them in her car and then get inside, "thank you so much les. i don't know how to repay you," i tell her.
"of course dear, i want you to have a good life," she says and drives me back to her house.
we arrive there and she helps me take in my paintings, "i'll show you to your room," she says.
she brings me to a room that is a light blue, a baby blue. it's so cute in here. the bed sheets are a light grey and it's beautiful in here.
"i hope this is an okay room, it's our guest room," she says.
"it's perfect," i say and put my paintings down by the bed.
"just get your things and set up. this is your new room," les says and smiles.
i go up to her and hug her, "thank you so much, i barely know you, and just, thank you so much," i say.
she hugs me back, "of course my dear, i want you to have a good life, a better life than what you have had," she says.
i smile, "thank you."
"of course," she says, "now go set up."
i nod, "okay i will," i say and run to the car.
i grab my duffle bag and my other bags and turn around to see the same boy that i saw twice already, standing, not too far from me, looking at me.
"hey," i shout.
he starts walking towards me and i close leslie's trunk and meet him halfway, "you're following me," i say.
"i'm not following you," he says.
"you are too, now tell me why," i say and drop my bags.
"i'm not following you. i don't know who you are, now just leave me alone," he says and walks away.
"leave you alone?! you're the one fucking following me!" i shout and he keeps walking.
i roll my eyes and grab my bags again and walk inside. les laughs and locks her car, "what?" i ask.
"kids these days," she says and closes the front door behind me.
"i don't even know him," i tell her.
she doesn't say anything, she just smiles.
i take my things to my new room and start taking things out.
i'm really going to like it here.
