The Travel Master

BOOK ONE: Chapter One

The Travel Master:

Book One:

Chapter One

I sit up. I glance at my glowing clock. The clock read six. I sigh.

Why did I always wake up so early? Every morning I wake up at freakin six. You would think I would get used to it after a while. I never do.

I lay back in bed hoping that I will fall back asleep. I just feel restless. I groan then roll out of bed and get ready for the day.

I walk slowly down the stairs. I hope that nobody else is awake yet,

I hear my mom humming happily in the kitchen. I sigh yet again. I walk to the kitchen. My mom looks up from her busy cooking. She smiles brightly at me and says,

"Hey, hunny! Good morning!"

I smile back at her as best I can then say,

"Good morning, mom."

"How was your sleep? How are you settling in?"

"Mom we've been here for a week."
"Yes I know, but you don't seem settled still."
I smile,

"I'm getting there."

She smiles then walks to me and gives me a warm hug. Then went back to making breakfast. I sit on my stool for a moment. Then reluctantly I stand up.

"Mom?"

"Yes, sweety?"

"How are you settling in?"

She looks up, she looks slightly startled.

"Well. I'm making due. I miss our...old home."

"Yeah...me too."

After I ate breakfast I went outside. It was hot and sticky. I look around at the houses surrounding me. They look so pretty. I smile briefly at this thought. I start walking away from my house and neighborhood. I don't really know where anything here is. I just hope that I will make it to somewhere cool. I start walking sort of numbly. After I make it out of my neighborhood, I start walking along a straight road. It doesn't seem like this road is going to end anytime soon.

After a while of walking, I finally see the small town I was aiming to find. My mom had told me about it, a week earlier, when we had first moved here. The first thing I spot is an ice cream shop. My mouth waters at the thought of ice cream. I start walking a little faster. When I finally stumbled inside the ice cream shop I'm sweating from the effort. It's worth it. The ice cream is delicious.

I am happy I finally decided to do something rather than just mope around at home, which is what I have been doing the past week, well that and unpacking. I get myself a chocolate ice cream cone. I lick my cone happily. I'm sitting at one of the outside tables. It was freezing inside. The ice cream is all the cold I can take.

My family has just moved here. We used to live in a nice place in Kentucky. No longer. My dad owns a company and he decided that his business... Well, that's all I listened to after I found out we were moving. We had lived in the same house my whole life. 

Everything I was accustomed to has changed. My mom is having the most trouble with the move. My brother, Brant, is the most comfortable about it all. He's probably already made friends. He has been gone quite a bit for only living here for a week. I have been, well, trying to process it all. The fact that we moved is new to me. I still haven't really let it sink in. I'm sure when it does, I will be devastated.

For now, I'm enjoying my ice cream. After I finish my delicious ice cream, my hands are all sticky and sort of brown, from the chocolate. I sigh satisfied. I throw away the wrapper from the ice cream cone and go on my way exploring. As I walk I spot a few cute coffee shops, I will have to go to later. They seem quite quaint. As I walk I find a boutique. I walk in and look at all the clothes and jewelry. I go to try on a cute dress, it's right past my knees and adorable. It's a pale bluish. I look over myself in the mirror. It will look good with a jean jacket and my brown boots. I look around some more, seeing a few things that I might come back to later. I purchase the dress and with the bag in hand go on my merry way.