After dad died seven months ago my mom has been persistent on moving so here we are...
We're moving to Dallas in Texas. How exciting .... NOT.
As I am packing the final stuff into the car, nostalgia creeps up on me.
Standing with my suitcase in hand I remember last summer's camping trip with dad and mom. Tears sting my eyes and I can feel my face burning a bright shade of red
My mom looks back at me over the hood , her hazelnut colored hair covering her lost, sad expression.
"Come let's hit the road. The quicker we leave the quicker you can get settled in before school in four days time" her voice was taut , which annoyed me. "Mom we're moving to Dallas, that's 17 hours and 58 minutes and that excludes traffic and all our stops. I don't want to move, I don't want to be the new kid, I don't want to miss my life here; especially not my frie-"
"Those CHILDREN are not your friends Allexandra, you scream yourself awake every night thanks to those hooligans. They are not and will never be you friends now let's go."
Tears stung my eyes once more.
"Dad would've understood." my voice was soft and emotional but clear
My mother looked at me with a hard expression on her face. "I know honey. I wish I could too." Her voice and expression were contradicting the other .
The car ride was extremely boring so I decided to open some snacks and binge watch "The haunting of hill house" With my earphones in I couldn't hear my mom complaining about my friends any longer.
After an eternity of being in the car we finally arrive at the house and it is absolutely beautiful. The moving company has already put everything in place and Sasha [the interior designer] did an amazing job at placing everything in it's perfect spot.
Sasha did an even better job at fixing my room up. Sasha has been with us for an eternity, he is one of mom's closest friends and he knows exactly where we would want our stuff. He painted my walk-in closet a marbled black and gold which was a perfect contras to my white and silver desk and full length mirror's frame. My soft pink and charcoal black room is beautiful and my current bedding matches my closet.
On my bed is a box that I know is only from Sasha and the not reads: "to my favorite person. I bought this because I know you always want a POPPING outfit for your first day of school. LOVE YOU CHICKA." He knows me so well. I open the box and let out a surprised squeal. It's the sneakers that I ranted about a few days ago to him, along with a white T shirt and a white and black plaid pleated skirt. Along wit the note in the envelope are a few sets of earrings that would make any girl smile. but I decide I will wear the gold hoops with my hair loose in honour of Sasha. He always says how he loves it when my hair is loose.
I decide to text Sasha a quick text to say thank - it turned out to be a long ass paragraph- and then go to help mom with dinner
After dinner I decide that I would paint a bit to chill out, walking to the studio I grab my apron from the hook in the hallway and start painting.
I only went to bed at 4 a.m. I believe it was a good thing.... the nightmares were terrible.
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