Happy ever after // non-fiction

1. car rides and stranger danger

*Lizzy Liberns diary:*

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09th September 2015

Dear diary,

It's me Lizzy.
I haven't written on these pages in... it feels like ages.

I'm 17 now.

But I just want to say, I'm moving. Again.

My mum won't shut up about this new town we're moving to and it's getting exhausting.
When she starts talking there is almost no stop to it until she comes to an end.

We've been in this car for at least four hours but we're almost at this place that I'm supposed to call home.

My mum and I are practically nomads. We don't stay in one place for long. The longest was one year I believe, and that was San Francisco, about five years ago. And now we're moving again from busy New York City to 'everyone knows everyone' Mason, Texas.

Maybe it sounds a little petty but that's because New York was finally a place where I felt like it could possibly be our ( my mum and I's)  forever home. I enjoy the rain and the wind and surprisingly the busy streets. There are so many artists and so much creativity at every corner in that city and with all those people around me it feels like I could just disappear.

I'm a rather shy person now. I didn't use to be, but somehow my life just developed that way.
My mum always calls me her Chihuahua. Even though I appear small in size and shy, I'm not scared to bite when someone fucks with me.*

>Lizzy?<

*And so...-*

>Lizzy!<

I looked up at my mother. She looked through the review mirror and locked eyes with me.
Green meets brown. She looked worried.

>Darling, are you okay? I called your name at least four times.<
The concern was clear in her voice and her eyes. My mum was a good actress. I said 'was' because I'm not a little kid anymore that believes everything their superiors say to them.

I smiled at her. >Yup, momma.<, popping the 'p', >I guess I was just too focused on writing.<

My mum's eyes turned sad but she still had a slight smile on her face, she was good at concealing her feelings but I could always see the emotions in her eyes.

>Alright darling, we'll be home soon.< she said.

I smiled back at her and went back to write in my diary.

I crossed the 'And so ' out of the diary and continued writing.

*My mum is always concerned about me because dad died when I was nine years old and ever since then I spend most of my time trying to keep busy. My dad was a great man and the love of my mother's life. I see the loneliness and longing in her face but she hides it behind thick walls.
Just like me.

Two weeks after he died my mum packed all our stuff and just fled our home. The place I grew up in. And ever since then we moved to various places threw the country. I grew up in Washington so almost every day consisted of rain. Every town we moved to was sunny, warm, and bright and New York was the first time that I felt at home again. It just reminded me of  ... dad. The smell of rain so many bright people almost like him.

But that didn't last long and so we're moving again but the first time to a small town with small-minded people with extremely warm weather. I will definitely get a sunburn. My skin is white as snow.