Same Old Luck

Attempting to Move On

"You got your phone charger too?" Mom shouted out along with a list full of other things that was even longer than my journey through never ending puberty. "Yes mom, for the last time I have everything I could possibly need." I replied with a sigh. "Ok ok I just don't wanna forget anything and realize when we are half way across the country."

She had been like this ever since my dads accident, about 3 months ago. Apparently moving me away from my lame ass high school in Washington to bright and sunny Alabama, was her solution to helping us cope. Ha like there even is one of those to help you get over your own dad's suicide.

But she was trying at least, better than the first month where she sat on the couch drunk watching trashy reality tv all day. While I take care of my 14 year old sister, Savannah, and myself. I was a good kid before my life came crashing down faster than my mom could gulp a shot of tequila.

I had ok grades, friends, and made it onto the varsity soccer team. It's funny now that I think about how nothing really matters in the long run. You're born, you have a life that is so completely irrelevant, and then you die. It's a miserable and endless cycle, which is why I so hope that reincarnation doesn't really exist.

I hop into my mom's 2001 Ford Escape, Savannah opens the door and slides in too. I'm in shotgun so I turn around to face her, "hey, did you get everything?" I ask. "I don't know." she says in arrogantly disgusted tone. "Ok you need to drop it right now, mom is trying to help and you clearly aren't," I shot back. "Oh yeah because moving me away from my friends to a shitty and hot dump is totally gonna help, just leave me alone Becca." she responded with a roll of her eyes and put in her ear buds.

I feel for Savannah I honestly do, but seriously she's not making this easier on her or anyone else by being a snot-nosed brat. She used to be funny and nice too before you know what happened. It has left permanent scars on our family that not even moving hundreds of miles can wash away. But my mom was probably too naive right now to realize that, or maybe she thought we were. Either way I played along, I got absolutely zero time to deal with my feelings about the incident because I was too busy juggling my mom's and sister's. But that was that and I got over it.

It's a new start in Alabama maybe this move won't be too terrible after all. Only time will tell I guess.

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-belle