Red Rose (Steven X Red Steven)

Prologue

Hello! My name is Stevan Rigel Universe. It's supposed to be Steven but ma said the nurse had written it wrong (lol). I'm 15 years old and I'm currently living in a small town called Beach City, it's a small community with a population of less than 150. Most people who are born here eventually leave to go live in big cities for the big opportunities and the fresh taste of the unknown that it offers to those who are eager to start their own lives away from their families. Some have ambitions and personal goals toward success. Those who are young and fearless often go there to taste freedom and explore the shades of temptation.

Not me, though. I like it here, I don't get why people would want to leave. Why they would rather trade this quiet life for the noise and pressure of the city. I mean, sure, Beach City isn't that 'thrilling'. There's really nothing here that attracts that many tourists- it's just a simple old town. But despite that, it's still a perfect place for people who wants a change in their life away from busy cities. The people here are all kind and cheery, they help each other out and whenever tourists come they welcome them wholeheartedly. Summer is where people who visit increases, the beach is beautiful and clean. But my favorite part about this place is the breathtaking view of the sunset and sunrise. You could have a full view of it every day for free!

I'm really happy we moved here... We're never in one place, you see. My mom and I have been moving around ever since I could remember. Because of that I barely have the time to make friends. Whenever we do stay in one place for a bit... Other kids won't play with me. They always think I'm weird or a freak because my mom has a weird gem on her head and because I don't have a dad... Ma told me that there's nothing wrong with not having a dad. And she's right. They're just being jerks.
Ma had me homeschooled instead so I won't have to see them and so we don't have to process difficult files whenever we move again.
Mom never tells me why we keep moving but perhaps it's due to the fact that it's hard to find a job that supports a growing child. I'm not for certain about that but I do feel bad for being a burden. I'm afraid that if I ask her about it she'll get upset... I don't like it when she's sad or mad. She often broods over something I don't know.

She knows it's hard for me that we keep relocating, she always tells me that it will be the last or that she'll do better- we've been here for a year and five months now- but I know better than to get my hopes up. It's only a matter of time until we pack up and leave again.
But... If I'm being honest... I pray to the stars that we don't go. I like it here. It's peaceful and perfect. It feels like home. I really hope that we stay for good.

"Stevan!" A voice called from downstairs, "dinner's ready!"

My mom is calling me. I hope this year will be better.

Journal #150