Just Breathe

Chapter 2 | I'm no Sleeping Beauty and this is not Disney

Chapter 2 | I'm no Sleeping Beauty and this is not Disney

A hand is placed on my thigh, shaking me a little bit.

I open lazily one eye to see who is trying to wake me up, and the first face that comes in my sight is my mom's.

I mumble something that even I don't understand, and then I close my eyes again.

"Hun, we're here!" My mom announces, her hand still placed on the same spot.

"Here where?" I ask, with my eyes still closed.

"At our new house," She informs me.

"What if I don't want to see the house?"

"In that case you can sleep for the next two years till you go to college."

As tempting as that sounds I know that it can't happen because I'm no Sleeping Beauty and this is not Disney.

"Or, I could just go back to Brooksville," I propose to my mom.

"Yeah, ok, why not?" She says, definitely joking. "And there you can go be a farmer or something in order to be able to pay for everything. I'm sure Ivy won't mind helping."

"You're so not funny mother," I state.

"I really beg to differ," She says probably rolling her eyes.

After another minute or so I finally open my eyes, but the bright light that I am not used to makes them water.

I blink several times, until I get used to the light and then I start to look around, but all I can see is a long street with houses on both sides of it.

I get out of the car, and wait for my mom to do the same.

Outside is even hotter.

"Where's dad?" I ask looking around for any signs of him.

"He went to take the luggage inside. I think he'll be back soon."

"We can't just go inside and meet him there? Cause I'm pretty sure I'm melting faster than Olaf when he was in front the fireplace right now."

I really didn't expect it to be this hot here. If I had any tiny idea about it I would've dressed more properly for the weather.

"Honey I have no idea who Olaf is or why was he melting but you're in still in one piece that's for sure," She tells me with a sigh.

I just roll my eyes at her for not knowing who Olaf is but well, that's just how my mother is- not cool. I keep quiet tho, not planning on going to tell her the full story now because it will be just energy wasted in vain and she won't get it anyways.

I know I made it look like I hate my mother with all my heart and all, but that's not true. I love my mother to death, she's just so annoying and not cool sometimes, but that's it.

After a few more minutes of silence I spoke again.

"I see he's taking his time."

"Yeah, it seems so," She says, chuckling.

"Our house is this one, yes?" I say pointing towards the house we were in front of. It would be awkward to just park in front of someone else's house. I'm pretty sure this is ours, but I'm just making conversation.

"Yeah, this is the one," She confirms, smiling.

It was a just a simple, white house, that seems pretty new. There was nothing out of common about it, nor something that catches your attention, but I'll rather have it like this than like the one from a few houses away from ours which is painted in a really weird green.