A𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒑𝒔𝒚 ~ 𝘬. 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 1 - 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑻𝒐𝒘𝒏

How does one go about moving across the United States? In a car, with the person who's made your life miserable, from Indiana to Oregon. Not very pleasant in Minx's eyes. Listening to your parent's crappy music for hours at a time can be very agitating.

The trip took about 36 hours, the family of three making multiple stops for food, bathroom breaks and motels. The daughter, 18, couldn't wait to arrive at the new home, fully furnished and waiting for her to get there. All she wanted to do was lock herself up in her room, sleep through the weekend and not think about the first day of senior year.

The entire journey there, Minx's father would glare at his daughter every time she moved. It seemed as though anything the young beauty did, it annoyed her father to no end. Her mother, oblivious as usual. Aware of the constant fighting of her loved ones that left bruises on her daughter's body which she paid no mind to.

The small family was anything but functional, but to the outside eye, they looked like the perfect suburban family with a dark looking daughter. Matthew and Maxine couldn't seem to avoid the comments on their daughter. How such a young, beautiful lady shouldn't wear such dreadful clothing. Of course, they'd tried to solve the problem, one quite a bit harsher than the other. Sundresses and blouses, Minx always refused. Graphic t-shirts, hoodies, jeans and sweatpants were the only things she allowed herself to wear.

More often than not, you could also catch the girl wearing beanies and other small accessories such as silver rings that complimented her pierced nose and ears. Matthew and Maxine disagreed with it completely, but tolerated it as much as possible, never hesitating to snidely express their dislike in side comments.

Looking out the window, the young lady was reminded of her old backyard, which was filled with tall green trees. The green blurs sent a twinge of nostalgia through her before her mind drifted towards her car, a black 1969 Chevrolet Camaro Convertible. She'd much rather have taken it herself, but her father refused as it would waste gas and decided to have it delivered.

Minx longed for the loud music pouring out of the radio and the wind that would tangle every individual hair on her head as she broke the speed limit going down backroads. The old, stuffy car she was forced into was nothing compared to her's. To top it off, this car smelled like men's cologne and a sickening sweet air freshener that her mother bought when they stopped at a gas station one night.

Maxine looked out towards the nature surrounding them, her daughter's reflection in the side mirror catching her eye. Turning the knob on the radio, she asked her daughter about the move. "Hey hun, aren't you excited? New house, new school, and new friends."

The girl in question couldn't help but roll her eyes at her over-enthusiastic mother. "No, not particularly. You know I don't make friends easily. Everyone's got too big of a stick up their ass for me to even try and talk to them."

Matthew sent his daughter a firm glare at her language, Maxine furrowing her eyebrows and slouching in her seat. Why her daughter was so gloomy was a mystery to her.