Should I?

Prologue

I clasp for my cup of coffee as I feel the morning cold. As I move back my month old, red-dyed hair, I was approached by a person in an apron and a smile in the face. "Would that be all miss?", the employee in the shop said with a seemingly jolly expression. "Y-yeah", I reply to him nervously. As I opened the shop door, I take in the morning smell of water on plants and smoke from cars. I look at my watch and check the time, "6:45", I said to myself. I guess I was supposed to stay at home and have my usual breakfast of eggs and bacon, but I felt like I wanted coffee today, and I also felt like getting it from a shop, so I did. I actually prepared myself for school before leaving the house without having breakfast there, I also left a note telling my parents that I went out early today and decide to walk towards school, and as I look at the obviously busy people walking around, my mind drifts into space. The people in the shop seemed awfully nice to me. I guess it's because they're supposed to. Some jobs just require you to be friendly at everyone, even at people you want to throw a brick at. I just can't do that. Aside from my emotional instability and ignorance of the real world, I just can't cope up with how people really are. I've been pretty much of an introvert during my early years. Probably because my parents where imposing rules like military generals. Though they really are, they're actually quite nice and are very understanding.

My brother and sister have been fine with them. But, there was one time after my sister's graduation that she told our little group of siblings that she was glad she's finally getting out of that hell hole of a house. I guess I can't blame her. She wants to be a lawyer and yearns for justice, but she couldn't stand justice that scolds you for just putting your elbows on the table or for receiving calls in public. Actually, my sister isn't your everyday ordinary girl who goes to class regularly or follows rules. She's pretty much like a rebel in school. She's been noted as "The Iron Lady". That probably sums up about what she is. I try to not see her as Margaret Thatcher since that would somehow be cool and be very terrifying at the same time. Actually all my sister yearns for is freedom. She's not that much satisfied with the current one. To sum it all up she's a very determined and focused person, and I like that about her. My brother isn't actually like my sister at all. He's a good looking, clean cut, friendly guy. Although he's not that aggressive as my sis, he's very aggressive when he's out on the field. He's very competitive and chose to play football in college to experience real competition and adrenaline. He's pretty much of a jock and is loved by many, unlike my sis. But that doesn't bother both of them. We hang-out in public sometimes when we have the time and not bother about what other people see in us. I love them. They've been the best pair of siblings a very unstable girl could have. I know I'm very lucky to have them but now that both of them are now away from me. I'm not really sure if I can take on the real world.

It's been two months since I went to school alone, ate alone, and walked home alone. I guess, I really miss my sis and bro since they were the only people that I can really talk to. After school I went home, I opened the squeaky rust covered gate of the house and exhale as I release my worries about school and slowly advance to our house. Our house looks like an everyday, average family sized house. My parents decided to have a bungalow to have easy access to anything. As I opened the door, I dropped my cheap faded bag in shock and make out the now empty, hollow, and furniture-absent house. I was so baffled that I frantically went to every room and went around the house like crazy. "Am I in the right house?" , I ask myself. Due to my emotional instability and constant teenager mood swings, I tend to panic a lot. I looked at the street and the other houses and searched for anything familiar to me. The quiet street, the long lamp post, the dirty fire hydrant from constant "business", the large carefully nursed trees, the week-old untrimmed lawn. After I searched for that, I then looked at the neighbors' houses. The blue house at the left, the old, termite infested house at the right, it all seemed right. "I know I am in the right place, but why?", that's when my phone rang and I received a text from my mom. "At the Italian restaurant after school. Love, Mom.". I couldn't actually say that that was a breath of fresh air, 'cause stuff was going crazy in my mind. "She could've told me earlier, but still, why?", I said to myself, still confused.

I walked in the empty street towards the restaurant. Our neighborhood isn't actually as lively as the ones we see on tv. It's pretty much quiet though there are tons of houses. Not everyone is as open and friendly as the others. I'm guessing that's why my parents chose to live here, because it had a calm and quiet atmosphere. And it was obviously good to control my constant mood changes and emotional outbreaks. As I opened the restaurant door, I see my parents chatting and eating what I guess was the weekly special. My dad saw me and gave me a sign to "Come". I sat down and set down my bag and grabbed a slice of pizza from the table. "Anchovies" , I said to myself and I placed the slice back in disgust. Before I was able to say anything, my dad said, "We're moving.". "No duh.", I told myself. My dad doesn't appreciate such remarks, that's why I just keep quiet and speak short and relevant sentences. "Your mother and I decided that we move to London since I found a very great job opportunity there. We've already arranged our new address and our stuff. So, what do you say?", my dad said. "Moving?, what about school? What about our old house? What about my brother and sister? Are we going to leave them here in America?", I said frantically as my mom focused on my dad's expression. My dad calmly answered, " It's gonna be fine. We've already arranged your new school, and we're going to sell the house, and we've already consulted with your brother and sister and they said it was fine and as long as you're gonna be okay". I stared at the half-eaten pizza and think to myself for a while. Having to move schools isn't actually a big deal for me, and I don't really have much connections with anyone in school or in the neighborhood. What I'm worried about is how far I am from my sis and bro now. I'm worried about not getting to talk to anyone else, besides my parents. My mom must've caught my worried expression and said, " Ary, you need to try and go out with other people and make friends with them, and not just depend only on me, your dad, your brother, or your sister for consultations. You need to embrace society too or you won't be able to get out of your fragile shell. Do you understand?". I make out a nod and try to not let them notice my devastation, but I know my mom sensed this. That's what moms are, after all. They're very perceptive. "So it's settled then.", my dad said with a note of satisfaction. "We leave next week, you better prepare yourself ladies for we are about to enter the country of tea-drinking and manners". And that's when it hit me. No wonder why he wants to move to a place as far as London, it's because he thinks that most of them are generally gentlemen and ladies. I know why my family is like this, it's because they think it's better if I linger in a calmer atmosphere due to my emotional problems towards other people. What he doesn't know is that he's such a stereotype and maybe is so wrong. But what do I know? I've never been there, and I don't even know my own neighborhood.