Coming back to the place that haunted you the most isn't as easy as it sounds. When Maison Park returns back to her home town in Canada, she tries to redeem herself after events that occurred during her freshman year.
The reputation of being "The Ma...
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1.
She's Home
Familiar. It's familiar but at the same exact time, it's totally different. The scenery that passes by in a flash as I stare out the moving truck window. I sat inside a white plane, strapped in a blue chair, for three hours. The flight from the United States to Canada felt so long to the point where I wanted to break the window with the shiny part of my seat belt, and jump out. Now here I am again, sitting.
I huff in annoyance, with a little hint of exhaustion, as I pout my lips. Exhausted because I spent three hours sitting, but annoyed because i'm back in the place where my life came crashing down. i would never forget my freshman year, the year where staying "on the low" didn't exactly play out. Keaton high school was filled with people who were idiotic, social media addicted, and who cared more about popularity than brains and an actual good reputation.
Those people, as I would dramatically say, "ruined my life". The memories were so long ago but I still remember it, maybe not all of it, but it was such an eventful era in my life that it acts like a curved scar on my forehead.
It will never go away, even if it fades ninety percent, it's still going to be there.
However, I'm not like that anymore, well at least I'm trying to not be. I'm much happier now, the happiest i've ever been. A new look and a new personality has stuck within me and I brought it back to Canada. I honestly don't know why we were coming back, or why we were leaving at all in the first place. I mean of course, I bet things would have died down by now, but just leaving for two years and coming back to the place that brought back horrific memories, that just doesn't make any sense to my brain.
"Why are we coming back? again?" I asked, breaking the silence that was filling the car.
"Well first, your father and I got an amazing nursing job at Nobel Fred Hospital." my mother turned back in her seat to meet my annoyed eyes and expression.
I understand the concept of that. Job opportunities that my parents would receive lots of money was important. Not only to my parents, but to me as well, and I love the opportunity to buy things as well.
I am just kidding, I love seeing my parents happy.
"And," she continued, "It will give you a new start." She sheepishly smiled.
"Mom," I tried to counteract, "that was what America was for. Having another new start doesn't make sense."
She took a deep sigh, knowing that I was indeed correct.
"well make it make sense." She said her final word and turned back into her seat.
What? That sentence that came out of her mouth didn't click inside my head. There's definitely more to the story than she's telling me, but I don't care right at the moment. Nor do I want to care, my mind is too tired to comprehend. Alas twenty minutes later, the view of dark green trees and bushes soon turned into streets, lamp posts, and houses lined up by one another on the grey concrete sidewalk.
