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It was hot and humid today. Not the most ideal weather for moving. Nothing else about that day was 'great'.

Sweat formed under my brow, due to the midday California heat. Conveniently, the one day I didn't wear sunscreen was the day when the heatwave kicked in. Lucky me.

Before today, I didn't understand how complicated it would be to have divorced parents. I never really thought of it previously, because I never thought it would had come to this. Evidently, I was wrong. And having to move house to house was apparently part of the package deal.

I didn't bring much from my old house. Since I'd be rotating between homes, it was better to not decorate too much. Another 'perk' with having divorced parents. I didn't have many things that still mattered to me anymore. I was putting my past behind me. Hopefully, for good.

Change wasn't my best friend. Never was, never will be. But now that I had dealt with it, it was hard for me to process. Everything I ever knew was gone. Crumbled into pieces. Thrown into an unknown abyss.

A loud thud startled me back to reality. But that time, I didn't end up in my false reality. I was hit with the truth, unfortunately.

I looked behind me to where the noise originated, and my gaze fell on a boy carrying boxes from a truck into the house next door.

How I didn't notice a large moving truck next door, I was not sure. But I did dread the idea of having to meet new neighbors. Especially now.

When I still had a full family, my parents would always invite our old neighbors for parties and such. Now the idea of even having to interact with them made me feel queasy.
The last thing I needed now was a reminder of my old life.

Taking the last of my bags, I closed the trunk of my dad's car, and started my walk up the driveway, sneaking a glance at the neighbors.

Surprisingly, the boy caught my gaze, and our eyes locked for a split second. His expression changed from neutrality, to a small smile. I broke off the stare with a glare, and continued toward the front door.

The very last thing I needed, was another boy in my life again. Another boy to confuse me. Another boy who could burn me down again.

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I opened the door to the cozy, and relatively large house my father rented a couple of weeks ago. It was nice, but I didn't think I'd ever come to call it my own home.

I was greeted with the familiar scent of lemon and pine, and an excited puppy barking at my feet. I inhaled a deep breath, before walking in and closing the door behind me.

"Oreo, calm down! I wasn't gone for too long." I said, gently shooing the hyper puppy away.

Oreo took an extra second to comprehend what I said, and slightly moved away from his spot at my feet. It was barely enough for me to walk around, without hurting him.

I placed down my keys on the kitchen table, and took a look around. My father wasn't usually home then, not until later. His job at the hospital took a lot of time away from home. And in most cases, it took away time to spend with me.

I never really minded that, of course not until my parents split. Since then, I finally got a taste of what it was like when things didn't go how I wanted them to. But, whatever goes up, must come down at some point, and in my case, it came down crashing.

Picking up Oreo, I headed toward the stairs to my room. It had only been a couple of hours since I'd been in my old room last, and I already missed it.

My new one wasn't as big as the last, but it was suitable. There was a good sized bed in the middle, with a desk in the corner. What really stood out was the large bay window, with a view of the house across from ours.

I placed Oreo down on the carpeted floor, and he barked while sniffing around. He knew it was not the same as before, but he seemed to be taking it in just fine.

Closing the door behind me, I sighed. Sometimes, I wished things were normal. Like before. I wonder what I would have been doing if they were.

It's too late for that, Lena.

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MIKA'S NOTE —

this was incredibly short, sorry about that!! I'll update more often now that I'm a little more motivated to. Hope you liked it & don't forget to vote !

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