ETHEREAL

Introduction.

"We're here, Ms. Mariana!", is the first thing I hear when I take my headphones off.
"Scotty, how many times have I told you not to call me 'Ms' or 'Ms. Mariana'? Have I really been gone that long, that you forgot? Please call me Mari!"
"Sorry Ms-, I mean sorry Mari! It has been long!" he replied.
"Ughhh it's okay, are mis padres home?"
"Yes, they just got back from the airport too", Scott said.
"Alright, I'll see you later, thanks for picking me up Mr. Scotty", I said as I slammed the car door shut.

Scotty has been my driver for 15 years now and I hate it when he calls me "Ms" and he knows it too, I have a feeling he does it on purpose now. Scotty opened my big black metal front door with the big "P" that stands for "Preza" as I stood there watching him. I also hate opening that door, especially because it leaves my hand smelling like iron. As I walk into my town house I see my mom and dad whispering in the kitchen as if I can't hear everyone single word they're saying.

As I walked in their direction my dad says, "Mija! How was spain?" I've miss his strong mexican accent.
"It was okay, except they never let me out the school"
"What I told them to let you go out whenever you wanted?", my mom responds annoyed as hell.
"I don't know, whatever though, I had fun overall with my teammates," I said.
"Well, how many goals did you score?" my dad asks.
"100."
"Yeah, okay." my mom says.
"No, I'm just playing I scored maybe around 12. I didn't keep track, my team won the tournament they held though....... Anyways, enough about me, what were you guys whispering about? Are you guys finally getting a divorce or what?" I say, just as my little brother slams the front door and says "What up bitches, I'm back!"

             While I was away this summer in Spain for my soccer camp, my younger brother was with my cousins in LA, living his life to the fullest. He's two years younger than me, but around 6 inches taller than me. We have a year routine, August to May, we attend school. I go to The High School of Fashion Industries. Whenever we get out for summer break, we take a family vacation somewhere for two weeks, this year it was Cancun, Mexico. After our vacation we get sent out to wherever my parents decide to send us that summer. For me this year was soccer camp. My parents get really busy in the summer, they like to send us away. My mom is lawyer and for some reason she gets the most cases in the summer. My dad, well my dad, I don't know what he does. He's like CEO of this one company, so he's like in business? He also owns a lot of hotels in New York, Miami, Chicago, and LA. He's always busy.

             "Okay now that we have the entire family together, we have some news," my mom begins.
"We're moving to Florida!" my mom and dad finish.
"Huh? What? Who's moving to florida? Not me." I speak up confused.
"Yeah that's gonna be a no for me too," my brother says.
I've been to Miami, and it's cute to visit but I don't know about living there.
"Who said you two have a choice? You're dad is starting a new business deal in the area, so we have to support him and move there with him. We have all your stuff packed already. We're leaving next week." my mom says.
"Guys, it will be fun! New house, new school, new friends! I'm also getting you a car Em!" my dad says.

             Um, a car sounded tempting but what about my life here? Everything is fine the way it is right now. I'm an aspiring fashion icon, I do dance and soccer, I'm semi-popular, and New York is fucking amazing. Life is just normal here.

              "Well, for starters, what car are we talking about?" I say.
"The Mercedes G-Wagon, you're obsessed with," my dad says.
"Oh, well you got me convinced! Off to Miami we go!" I say.
"Why Miami? Why not LA? I had fun there!" my brother Fernando says.
"Um, well we're not exactly moving to Miami, we're moving like an hour south of Orlando, to a small town named....." my mom says.
"A small town? What the hell? Absolutely not. I can just stay with here with Mr. Scotty" I say.
"Yeah, no. I know how you like to get Mariana Preza. All manipulative and convincing. But nothing is working. We are all moving to Florida. End of discussion" my dad says.