Seventh Time's The Charm

Windows to What Soul?

"Darren get out of my room!"

"No"

"Mum. I need to do my homework"

My brother ran around my newly cleaned bedroom, wrinkling sheets, dropping papers, just making a wild mess. I mean technically I did not have any homework because I had not started school yet, but I just want to be alone. I just want to finish packing, setting up my room in a somewhat decent layout and watch some 'Game of Thrones'. Some say I should not even bother packing I would just have to move soon; however, I have been there tried that, and I hated it. Having the walls just plain white with my stuff packed in boxes that were not too organised and messing my room up to find one item. I eventually packed and then one week later we pack up again.

"Mum..."

"He just wants to play with you honey."

My mother just does not understand! I change my whole life for her, in the blink of an eye. I mean the least she could do is make it just that little bit easier for me. I dragged my brother by his collar, out of my room.

"Owww, your hurting me!"

"No, I'm not I'm not even touching your body!"

"You're dragging my feet across the floor!"

"Then pick them up and walk out yourself, stay out of my room, and then we won't have a problem then!"

That was the last of our conversation as I slammed my new door in his annoying freckled face.

Starting a new school for the seventh time in three years, is not the ideal teenage experience. I am in the middle of junior year and turning 16 in May. I will not be doing anything special; I've learned not to make friends- as I'll only lose them when I move again. My door opens to reveal my "identical twin", my mother. Her small frame, her brown curls falling down her shoulders and her ocean blue eyes twinkling with excitement makes her look as young as the day she was born.

'Are you two sisters?' Are you the mother? Everywhere I go that's all I hear and as much as I love my mum, I just will never take that to be flattering on my part. I know it means that I have a great gene pool and I won't have to worry about wrinkling and blah, bah, blah.

"What now?"

"Well don't try to sound over the moon."

"Is there something that you came for?"

"Well yes actually, would you like to go shopping with me after school tomorrow?"

I stared at my mother in confusion. I haven't been shopping with her since 8th grade, and I don't intend to start now. Why you may ask, most daughters would jump at the opportunity to spend money that they didn't earn themselves on clothes and maybe lunch afterwards. Our relationship was complicated and awkward, and I didn't want to try and make small talk with my own mother.

"I'm fine thank you."

"Well I was kind of hoping that you would say yes."

She looked at me with so much uneasiness, like she was debating whether to push me a bit more or not.

"Look I know we haven't been close lately but-"

"Mum..." I interrupted "I need to focus on me, just like you've been focusing on you for the past three years, I have stuff to do, just pick me up some things you think I'd like."

I could see the hurt in her eyes, I just couldn't bring myself to feel sympathy for her, her eyes once twinkling with excitement showed conflicting thoughts, and I couldn't look anymore.