CHAPTER 2 - A WEIRD NEW DAY
When I woke up the next morning, before I even opened my eyes. I pray silently to myself. I pray that yesterday after school, my parents hadn't broken their promise to me again. That I wouldn't be moving to a different house today. That my best friend and my boyfriend had not betrayed me and made out with each other. I hoped against all hopes that I was gonna open my eyes and find my room exactly as it always was when I woke up on a Saturday morning. That all my favourite possessions were not all on the floor waiting to be packed in to horrid large brown cardboard boxes.
I slowly open my eyes, the sun shining brightly into them as they open, almost blinding me. That was not right, usually the curtains blocked out the sun, well until I open them in the mornings. I quickly sit up and glance around my room. Gasping in shock. Everything in my room had been packed into those horrid boxes. The only things left unpacked were my bed covers, some clothes laid out on the bottom of the bed and well me. I angrily narrow my eyes as the realisation sinks in that my parents must have come in during the night and done it for me. I continue to sit on my bed for a while after just looking at the room I had grown to love in the short time I had been in it. Thinking carefully, trying to find a reason to why my parents were making me move again.
' Did they hate me? Did they want to make me upset? Do they just like making promises to me and breaking them? Or maybe just maybe their going back to work for the large computer company they had been working at before we moved here. Maybe just maybe that is why. They had always had to go away on long business trips and have to move to lots of different places because of that darned job. If I was right about this, it's gonna go back to how it was before. I'm hardly ever gonna see them again.' I think sullenly to myself. I feel a small about of happiness rise inside of me at the idea of maybe my parents weren't just doing this to spite me and make me hate them. That maybe they had a justifiable reason. Yet sadness as it meant that the life I had begun to get used to would be gone along with this house. Meaning the parents I was just getting to know after 17 years were leaving again before I could really understand or know them. Coming to this realisation I slowly get off my bed, grab the clothes at the end of my bed and head into the bathroom for a shower and to get ready.
After the shower, feeling a lot less angry at my parents and a lot more at Sara and Tony. I make my way down stairs to find my parents and apologise for my behaviour yesterday as well as the things I said. As I'm walking down the stairs, I stop and look out of the window. Looking I don't see the usual empty driveway but a large removal truck. I sigh heavily through sadness and watch some large muscled men putting the boxes into the truck. But as I am examining the scene unfolding in front of me I notice a a black Mercedes, with two weird looking men staring intently at the house and the remover people. One of whom was taking a large majority of photos of everything that was happening. Not really sure of what I'm seeing I continue down the stair to the open door leading out of the house and begin to walk over to the car. One of the men then sees me and nudges the driver. The person who is taking the pictures, looking shocked and unsure and they quickly drive away. Feeling weirded out, I wonder to my self whether or no I was just seeing things after being up half the night from crying. So I turn around and begin my walk leading me back inside of the house, none of the removers once again not taking any notice of me. I walk straight to the kitchen, knowing my parents were in there, just like they always were during every other move in the past.
When I get there I am shocked. I look around out now bare kitchen and find my mum making 6 cups of coffees, while talking to dad, who reading the newspaper. I walk in unnoticed and mumble a hi. Both hearing me they both look up startled, from the things they were doing and says nervously either, " hey Petal" or "Hi darling". A small smirk forms at the corners of my mouth at the idea of them being nervous around me. Probably due to the fact they went into my room and packed it up for me without my permission. Maybe even due to the fact they had no idea what my temper was like today. You see my temper can be very volatile as you probably noticed yesterday. I walk over to the table and sit down, still without saying another word. I watch as they both shift anxiously as they try to figure out the mood I'm in. Gently my mum then says "Did you sleep okay honey?"
