Grace
The sound of the car engines roaring past us. My mom talking sounded distant. The radio speakers sounding muffled. My breathing sounding slow.
"Grace? Gracie, did you hear me?" my mom asked in a concerned voice as she looked back at me.
"Sorry , what'd you say?" I asked, trying to sound interested. I really didn't care though.
"Gracie, you alright?" she asked in that voice that mom's get when they feel bad for you.
"Yeah I'm alright..just thinking" I said. My voice trailing off as I start looking out the window.
"okay....So, are you excited for your new school?" my mom asked, sounding cheerful for me.
"I mean..it's whatever I guess. Just sucks that I had to leave my friends." I said in a voice that clearly shows that I was in fact not excited to leave my home and friends behind.
"I know but..after your father..I just couldn't stay in that house..that was our home.." My moms voice trailed off in the same way mine did when a sore topic was brought up. I felt bad most of the time for her. My parents had true love. He'd die for her, and she'd die for him.
"I get it mom...trust me." I said with as much sympathy in my voice that I could. I hated seeing her like this. My mom was usually a very happy, caring, and bubbly person.
She was in love. I want a love like that. A love that just corrupts me and makes me feel like I'm being burned alive anytime they touch me...A love that compares to no other. A love that makes every tiny thing that they do make you feel like you're going to faint, but even if you did they'd catch you. About another 2 hours go by and the car comes to a stop. When I finally paid attention and looked up from my phone and playing black blast we were in the driveway of a huge house. Not as huge as our last house but still pretty big.
"Gracie, help me unload the car, would you?" my mom asked but it wasn't really her asking, it was her telling me to. Which I truly didn't mind. We have movers coming too. When my father passed away he gave us his money. I think my mom said he was a lawyer or some type of job that paid a lot. I didn't really pay it any mind.
"Yup..this is our house?" I asked before getting out of the car and walking around to the trunk where my mom already was.
"yeah..do you like it? I know it's nothing compared to the house we had in Mexico but it's something.." she seemed worried that I wouldn't approve but I truly couldn't care less. It was a house so at least we aren't homeless. "Yeah mom..it's nice." I gave her a slight smile before opening the car trunk and grabbing a few boxes and heading into the house as my mom followed.
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Something In Between
Romance"I don't want to be in fucking love with you. But my heart won't let me stop wanting you." ~~🤍~~ Grace Corazon is 17 and in her senior year of high school. She hasn't had her first kiss let alone a boyfriend. What happens when she moves from her ho...
