Trolley Ride

Chapter 1

Eiko was just getting ready to go to her new house. She placed pictures, clothes, and papers in brown moving boxes. Eiko was definitely not exited to move to another house. She had to say good bye to her high school friends. She had to say good bye to the house that she grew up in for 15 years.
As she was placing pictures in the boxes she noticed that there was one picture with her father on it.
How she misses her father.
Her dear father who died when Eiko was only 2 years old.
Her throat hurts and her nose was itchy. She was about to cry.
"Eiko!" Her mother yelled from the other room.
"What!" She yelled back.
"Did you put your stuff in the boxes?".
"Yes!" Eiko said as she went over to the door to close it.
Eiko and her mother had a very complicated relationship. Eiko just closed the door so she could have peace and quite.
This week was her last week to go to her school one last time.
Her best friend, Grace, already knew Eiko was moving houses and transferring schools.
Although Eiko wasn't very active as much because she had a sleeping disorder called, insomnia. Which apparently prevents her to get some real sleep.
"Eiko, Honey" her mom came in her room.
"There's a thing called knocking, Mom I think you should try it" Eiko sarcastically said.
Her mother sighed and said "Eiko I just have to tell you that..." She stoped.
Eiko looked up at her with a stern face. "Tell me what?" She asked impatiently.
"... we're moving in with your aunt far away from the city" she said.
"What!"
"Eiko I-"
"Do you mean Aunt Sierra?"
Her mom nodded.
"You said were just moving to another house at the other side of the city. Just us"
"I know what I said, Eiko!"
They started arguing Eiko started screaming at her own mom.
"Eiko your aunt needs our help!" Her mom said "She's sick and she needs some company".
Eiko scoffed.
"I wish dad was here. At least he's not a manipulator like you are" Eiko mumbled under her breath.
Without thinking, her mom slapped her.
Eiko gasped and blinked several times.
The room was silent after that, not even a peep came out of them.
Her mom didn't say a word she just gave out a shaky breath and left the room.
All she wanted was to have a normal mother and daughter relationship.
She kicked one of the brown boxes that made a hole in it. She fell to the floor and began whimpering and sobbing. Sobbing like a lonely dog lost on the street. Not because of the physical pain, but of the emotional pain she was going through.