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You saw me there, but never knew
I would give it all up to be
A part of this, a part of you
And now it's all too late so you see
You could've helped if you had wanted to
But no one notices until it's too
Late to do anything
(The outside- Taylor Swift)
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Pushing the soggy peas and corn around my dinner plate I stared at nothing in particular whilst my mum and step dad gushed over the fact I was finally home. Though it was good to see mum and Dave again I kind of wished I had of been able to stay at my dad's for longer than just one year...meaning I wish I didn't have to come back at all.
Dad lived in Australia, yep the land down under...that was where I was born and raised until mum and him divorced when I was twelve and mum shipped me there to Kansas so she would be closer to her family...in her time of apparent need...whatever she just wanted to escape the fact that dad found her with the postman in a somewhat compromising position and dropped her cheating ass.
The deal she struck with dad was that I spent my junior year...or grade eleven as they call it in Australia...with him and then I finish my senior year back in the states. I loved Australia, the people were funny, the weather was amazing and the guys were oh so H.O.T...hot!
"So Boo, first day back tomorrow huh?" Dave tried to start a conversation with me
"Yep" I replied in a monotone still playing with my food
"Bet your excited to see every one and all of your friends you left behind" he continued either ignoring my lack of interest in what he had to say or not hearing it...I would like to hope it was the former.
"Not really" I told him not making any move to actually look at him while I spoke
"But honey...what about all your friends...I bet they missed you like crazy" mum gushed trying to sound like a caring mother
"What friends...if I remember correctly I begged to fly to dads early due to the fact I had. No. friends." I snapped back at her.
I didn't need to look at them to know they were giving each other nervous glances and trying to think of something positive to say back to that.
It was true I was a loner in school, always known as the awkward chubby girl...I never spoke much and I certainly never initiated social contact with anyone. I couldn't say I was picked on because I really never was, I think I kept to myself enough to not be taken as a threat to any of the social groups...though I liked that no one bothered me...I used to feel so empty and alone that I spent most afternoons crying in my room.
When I spoke to dad in the December of my sophomore year I begged him to let me go to him then and there, and after numerous talks with mum they decided that it would be ok and I boarded the first flight to Brisbane Australia that I could get on.
It worked well though because in Australia the school year was so different to here in the states.
The first day of school was in February and the last day was in December. The school year was split into four ten week terms with a two week vacation between each. I left Kansas on a snowy cold winter morning and got off in Brisbane on a steamy summer night.
