Starting Awkward

~•* Chapter 1 - Far Away *•~

ᎳᎪᏒᏁᎥᏁᎶ: ᏟuᏒsᎥᏁᎶ

This space known as my "bedroom" does not feel very cozy. Even if it has everything from the old house, it's nowhere near to ever being like how it was. I feel trapped in this new space.

Ever since we moved to this apartment up in Ohio, I've been doing nothing but crying and sulking. There's nothing to enjoy here. My parents have been encouraging me to go outside to see the city, but I don't care about what they have to say. I've lost everything, nothing I do anymore matters.

The only things I've been doing is trying to keep in touch with all my friends who are having fun with each other down in Alabama. It must be nice in that warm weather, while I'm freezing my ass off up here for the fall.

So far, the connections are still strong, but who knows how that's gunna last. When people move away, they always lose their fiends, and that was going to happen to me.

I'm going to be starting my first day at my new school tomorrow, can't wait... I messaged my friend Maya.

Maya sent a message back, it read, You're so over thinking things Eliza, it's not going to be bad! Think positively, a new start, and you get to show people your epic trumpet skills!!!"

I couldn't help but smile, I don't know how she could be so positive. She made me feel oddly relaxed, I pulled my blanket towards my chest since it was getting colder.

Tomorrow is the day I attend Wilson High, with new people. Since I'm a Junior, I only have to put up with the school for two years, then I'm an adult and free to live wherever the hell I want!

It isn't a high likelihood, but I do have a chance to show off my trumpet skills. Honestly, I'll sit in my room for hours just to get a piece right. This only made me remember I can't preform with the rest of the band anymore for the next concert since I'm many states, now I feel as though I wasted my time.

The tears that were secretly welling up inside started to leak. I'm so fucking helpless, there's nothing good about this place.

Reluctantly, I sat my phone down on my nightstand. I wanted to continue to text my friend, but it was already ten at night, and I need to sleep. She would understand.

Staring up at the ceiling, I could still feel the waterworks leaking down my cheeks. I just wanted to sleep and never wake up. Tomorrow is going to bring a new hell on my life, why does this have to happen to me? What did I do wrong?

The most upsetting part was my parents never even told me why we had to move away, no matter how many times I begged, they would give me a looking of pity. I'm almost sixteen, there's no reason to keep secrets from me. Now it leads to more questions and assumptions.

Damnit, my head is starting ache. I really need to start heading to bed. Forcing my eyes clothes, I tried to shut all thoughts out of my head.

Can't wait for hell tomorrow.