Some say change is a good thing.
Whoever those 'some' happen to be, I'd like to take that phrase and shove it right back up their ass.
Saying that change is supposedly good, is like ordering a plate of Chinese food versus a bowl; the idea sounds good, but in the end you're too full and you waste money. Change sounds good, but the word is mostly sugar coated.
It shouldn't be legal to up and move, but unfortunately it is. According to my mom anyways.
One minute, I'm shopping for prom dresses, the next I'm informed that the boxes are on their way and we are driving halfway across the continental U.S. for a job transfer.
Scratch that, life transfer.
Los Angeles, California, has been my life for the past seventeen years. My teams, classmates, social status, friends, even climate, everything was more perfect than the heart shaped chocolates my boyfriend gave me on Valentine's Day.
But, hence the move, make that ex-boyfriend, cold New Jersey weather, what social status, and zero friends. What a joy my life has become.
And so, here I am, Alexis Anderson, entering my new life.
Well, not exactly yet.
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"Mom," I stretch out the word, yawning, and probably looking like a giant assed hippo while doing so, "How much longer until the next stop?"
She glances down at the stereo, "Alexis, it hasn't even been two hours since the last time you asked, and you know the answer. The next stop is in Chicago, Illinois."
I sigh, moaning into my pillow as I flop my head down on it.
"It won't be that bad," She reassures me, "I've spoken to the school counselor, he referred multiple students that would be interested in showing you around." A faint smile traces her lips.
I try to show an expression somewhat of enthusiasm. My eyes flick up to the mirror hanging from the fold down flap on the car. Ouch. It looked like a twisted fake smile, faker than that one celebrity that has more plastic than face.
I wasn't the most popular at my last school, but I had some rank. And I was not about to blow any chance of possible friends at this school, by befriending some loser interested in recruiting me to mathletes.
"Mhm, sure." I respond.
"Alexis, honey, the building is beautiful. In fact, our apartment has two master bedrooms and a guest room. Think of the parties you could host with your new friends!"
I honestly think she's more excited than I am.
Hours pass and we make casual small talk whilst cruising through state boundaries and county highways.
As time passes, my mind wanders to my old school. Old life.
It was a dream, I had the perfect best friend, and I fell in love with him. He was the next door neighbor type of boy and I had to ruin it.
I mean, it wasn't entirely my fault. But I could see why he'd want to leave me after.
Finally we arrive at the hotel. I drag myself out of our little red car. The bottom is fairly rusted, the red fibers dyed a dull brown color. I slam the door shut, after grabbing my small lavender bag labeled 'travel clothes.'
So here's my life, for the past week.
Why we didn't take a plane? Don't ask me. Wasn't my idea to run around the country like a two person Brady Bunch.
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