Not so typical

Moving

“We’re moving." The words I couldn’t get out of my head. It has been a week since my parents sat me down and told me they were getting a divorce and that my mom and I would be moving from windy Chicago to rainy Seattle.

They said it “just wasn’t working” but that’s what they always say.

So now here I am, waking up to my annoying alarm clock on moving day. 

I open my eyes to my now empty room. All I have here is my backpack for the plane ride and my outfit for today. 

I quickly pull my long pin straight brown hair into a messy bun, and then put on jeans and a sweatshirt.

“Aubrey, get down here. We're leaving!”

“Coming," I say as I take a last look at my vacant room.

Mom and I get in a taxi, and as we drive away, I look back at our house watching it grow small in the distance.

Once we are at the airport and have reached our gate, my mom turns to me and says, "We still have an hour, how about you go get something?” And with that she hands me $20, so I leave in search of a convenience store. 

I walk around all the stores at the airport until I agree on one.  Once inside, I pick up some gummy bears cause who doesn’t like gummy bears?!? Then I pick up a random magazine and see 5 Seconds of Summer on the cover. Gosh I love them! I pay and go back to my mom.

When we finally board the plan, I get into the window seat, plug in my headphones, and start to read my magazine. Before I know it, the plane is off.

When we land, I can't see anything because of the rain. 

Mom and I get in a taxi and we are off to our new house.

When we get there it’s a pretty nice house with two stories and mom had told me there was a pool.

We get the few suitcases we brought along out of the taxi. The rest of our stuff should be coming tomorrow. 

As I make my way to my new house I hear a loud slam. I turn my head and see a tall guy with brown hair and striking green eyes slam his car door. He stares at me for a few seconds and I realize he has a few cuts on his face and some bruises on his body, but then he walks into his house.

“Ok..." I think to myself.

Mom shows me to my room, and it's pretty nice. Thank god it had a bathroom attatched. I start unpacking all the things I packed in my few suitcases. It's all mostly clothes. As I put them away, it starts getting hot in my room, so I open my window. 

I go back to putting my clothes back when I hear yelling. It takes me a second to realize it's coming from next door.

I look outside from my window and see the guy in his room yelling at who I assume is his mom. His mom is facing away from my window as the guy is facing directly at my window. We make eye contact and I quickly walk away from the window. After that, the yelling stops.

Mom calls me down to dinner. She has ordered a pizza, which I gladly accept and eat.

Once I'm done, I help mom clean up, and then go upstairs and get ready for bed. Thank god mom brought air mattresses. With that I fall asleep rembering all the unpacking we will have to do tomorrow ugh.

I wake up to mom knocking on my door. “Wake up we have to unpack!” Mom yells.

I go to my closet, which is the only thing that is full in this house, and pick out skinny jeans, a t-shirt and some vans.

I go outside to see a huge moving truck. Walking over to pick up some boxes, I see the guy once again. He doesn’t even bother to look over as he shuts his car door and drives away.

After everything is unpacked, I look around my room to see it looks exactly how it did in Chicago, but it doesn’t feel like home. I sigh and go down to see what mom is doing.

She is cooking some pasta as she sees me walk in. "Oh honey you start school tomorrow! Here, take some money and go buy your supplies." "Ok” I say and take her car that luckily got shipped here today.

I find the nearest Target and get my supplies which consists of a backpack and the typical items you need for school. As I put my stuff down on the conveyer belt, I look up to see the boy. I slightly gasp, but thank god he didn’t hear. 

"$53.76," he says. I hand him $55 dollars he gives my the change and starts putting my school supplies into bags. He hands them to me and I mutter, “Thanks." All he says is "Don't tell anyone I work here." I slightly nod and walk to my car.

I get ready for bed after taking an hour to find my way back home. I fall asleep.