Lost

Ch 1

"CANADA?!" I stood in front of my mother, baffled, reminding myself to stay calm. It had been a hard year for my mother, my dad's passing and all. "You're shipping me to Canada?" I asked in a calmer tone. My mother made a face at me that was hard to read. "Come on Kate, don't think of it 'shipping', think of it as a nice vacation." I rolled my eyes and walked away from her, I needed some time to think and my mother knew that, so she let me go. I walked up the stairs and to my room in a daze. Flopping down on my bed, I became lost in thought. What my mom had just said hit me hard. She was sending me off to a private school in Canada, which was a horrible decision considering I had lived in Florida for most of my life. I would stick out like a sore thumb up north. She told me that it was so I could benefit educationally, but I knew it was so she could get used to my dad being gone. I could read my mom easily, I was good at reading people, but there was one thing that I couldn't decipher... why she would want to get used to her new situation without me. Dinner that night was like nothing I've ever experienced, could've could cut the tension in that room with a knife. Neither of us said anything, at one point my mother opened her mouth to say something, but quickly shut it back. Normally dinner was a time to laugh about how crazy our days had been, but not this time, this time there was only silence.

After dinner, I put up my dishes without speaking a word. I stopped on the stairs and turned around to see my mom bury her head in her hands, but I didn't have it in me to comfort her. I shrugged it off and headed up to my room. Laying in bed, I pondered my trip to Canada for some time. I only had about a month until I left. My mom had booked my flight from the small airport in town months ago, she had only chosen to tell me now. She said it was because she wanted me to have time to prepare myself, but not too much time. After all, she knew my anxiety would kick in. I thought about what was to come for hours. I considered myself to be an introvert, but many people have told me that I'm outgoing. I hadn't had to make friends in years, so I was worried I'd forgotten how to. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I appreciated the fact that my mom had tried to avoid worrying me, but I don't think she understands. When a life-changing decision gets made without your consent, you get a visit from your good friend, fear. And its a bitch.

Author's note: *Howdy folks. I'm not counting on this to make it big, I'm just bored. if you're reading this and it doesn't suck, please comment and let me know. Most chapters will be short because if I don't do them that way, I might get bored of writing*