SAILOR

Chapter 1: The Relization.

My name is Sailor, I'm 17 and I just moved to a new town called Newport, it's off of the west coast just right above California in beautiful Oregon territory. Newport is a coastal town, just right next to the beach. It's where my mom is from. I was born in Southern California, right up until my father currently left us. After that my mom was too sad to stay in the house and moved us to Oregon.

My mom's name is Anhita, Ana for short. She moved to Cali after she met my dad while she was on vacation. She was around 21 when she had me and shortly after they got married. My mother loved California. I think she's almost even more heart broken that she decided to leave, then she was when my Dad left. I on the other hand am not too bummed about leaving Cali, I didn't have a lot of friends because I was pretty quiet. And my parents raised me to be cautious of people, and to never trust them. So leaving California wasn't hard, if anything I felt a little happy about it. California held bad family memories of the fights my parents had and my dad leaving was just the last layer on the cake. So maybe Newport will be something new and fresh.

Right now my mom and I are driving up the coastline to Newport. We've driven for 18 hours and have just reached the boarder of Oregon. The drive at first was quiet, my mom was focusing on the road and only the road, probably trying to distract herself from thinking of my dad. And I sat quietly as well, just listening to music and watching the scenery change as I look through my window. I watched them change to nice sunny beaches to thick evergreen forest and mossy cliffs as well as misty mountains. The roads that were once just straight and flat now had sharp edges and hills. My first impression of Oregon was the Beauty of nature it holds. Everyone always says it's such a rainy state but actually it's just very green ( which is probably because of all the rain ) but it was still beautiful to look at all the old trees and see a dark blue ocean peaking out from behind them.

Later on in the drive my mother finally speaks to me.

"Hey, wanna get some lunch?" She asks, trying to smile. But even her smiles looked worn out and sad. I look at her even closer and her black long hair, that looks much like mine looks dull and frizzy, and her bright blue eyes look whiter and droopy. I feel bad for my mother, you can really see she's heart broken. But she's strong. And she'll be okay. I remind my self.

"Yeah, food sounds nice" I say giving her a small smile back.

"I think there's a crab shack just up ahead, that could be good, yeah?" She asked me looking at me real quick before looking back at the road.

"Yeah that does sound good actually" I say. And as soon as I say it my stomach growls at me. Making me realize I'm a lot hungrier then I thought.

We stop and park our car in the small parking lot. We grabbed our coats and locked the car as we started to head to the crab shack. And it actually was a shack. Just a small building that was half a restaurant and half a small grocery store.

But despite its looks the food smelled absolutely amazing. Everything smelled so fresh. And fresh cooked fish was the best. My mother and I are huge sea food fans, we absolutely love it. So this place defiantly made our trip better. I got two huge slices of cooked smoked salmon, and my mom got pop corn shrimp, her very own comfort food. We grabbed a bench out side and enjoyed the fresh sea salty air. And I watched as she stuffed food in her mouth with fries and doused her shrimp in vinegar. Meanwhile I'm just drooling  over this salmon it's absolutely amazing.

"This is delicious" my mom says with a full mouth.

I shake my head in agreement, too busy to answer by chewing all my food. After I finished chewing and swallowing I looked up.

"10 points for Oregon so far" I say back.

She nods in agreement, laughing lightly. That was the first time I've generally seen her happy since we left. Who knew all it took was some good food to feel better about your self. After I ate some more of my food, I saw about five young guys all get out of an old beat up Jeep. They looked to be my age, 16-18 maybe. I made eye contact with one of them. A cute tall, muscular looking guy. He was pretty big actually, he had warm chestnut colored hair that looked like he just got out of bed, he almost looked like a surfer boy. I could tell his skin was a deep tan color. And his eyes were an electric green. They made me so anxious, and insecure. My head started to feel funny. This has happened before just lately when I saw another guy in my old school just about a week before I left. My head hurt so bad I had to leave and slept for about two days straight. But now my head is hurting even more then last time. I break my eye contact with him as he walked into the store breaking his eyes off of me.