Chance, Change, And Maybe Hope

Chapter 1

      How could you do this to a person! How could you just up and move along like it was nothing. Nothing! I had a plan you know. I was ready for the next three dreadful years of high school.
     
      Going into my Sophomore year, I was pretty pissed when my mother decided to move us half way across the fucking country! You just dont do that to a girl with a plan.

       I know what you're thinking. Im some stuck up snobby bitch who always gets their way, and doesn't see the fucking "cupcakes and rainbows".

      Well let me tell ya, in my life theirs never cupcakes and rainbows. Only hurt. But I'll spare you on my sob story.

    

      Shaking my head from my rather pitifully thoughts, I look around at the gas station my mother decided to stop at through the glass car window. She decided that driving from Conneticut all the way up to the Michigan was a wonderful idea. I'm already dying. I needed sleep and I know I'm sure as hell ain't getting any. Though I never really do. But this time its for one reason, and one reason only.

      Nightmare.

      Thank you nightmare, the one that I have to keep from my mom. Lord only know how much she freaks out when I get a freaking small little papercut, let alone still have dreams that wake me up in fear ever time i manage sleep. She'd probably freak out and throw me to at least 10 different therapists. I wouldn't ever Talk to the-
 

      "Hey Kris, I got some food and drinks" My moms voice rings through the air. Cutting my thoughts into little bits. I give her the best I-love-you-even-though-your-ruinging-my-life smiles. She quickly places a white rusling bag on my lap. I glance at it and shoot her a questiong look. she yells food over her shoulder as she leaves to fill the piece of absolutely trash she calls a car with gas.

      Sighs picking through the few bags of utter shit they call food at gas stations. After a few moments, I pull out a red coloured tin of pringles and a water. I open the tin and eat one chip at a time savoring the wonderful taste of saltiness of the chips.

      The car door opens a few moments later, as my mom sits in and buckles. She reaches her hand in my direction.

      "Kris can you pass me a soda, thanks." She asked sweetly. I, already knowing she'd ask, i hand her the soda. She starts off back onto the road as soon as shes halfway chugs the bottle. I pull on a pair of worn black pair of headphones onto my brown braided head. I press play on my play list, of music of almost every genera, and stare out the window to watch the world go bye. 

                             ~*~
    

     By the time we make it to the house in Michigan, its nearly 5am. We've been driving for nearly 24 hours. It would have taken less time but my mother decided it was a good idea to stop and nearly every gas station on the fucking road. Not that I was complaining because whenever we stopped I suddendly had to pee!

     I push my volume to the highest to block out my mothers annoying small talk as I grab what boxes I have. My mom and I were able to fit everything we actually needed into our car. Well what else we hadnt had shipped over and some family put in the house. Apparently we can buy everything else.

     I groan slightly dragging my feet as I carry two boxes into the house. I wait a few moments after my mom unclocks the door. When I finally walk inside I already hate it. Its too colourful and too new and not Colchester I head upstairs with my boxes In hand. At the top of the stairs theirs a halway with at least 6 rooms. Walking down the annoyingly long hallway. I reach my room.

     We'd picked what rooms were what based off pictures!!! I mean who buys a house without seeing it!!

Mom...Asshole.

     Get a freaking grip Kris! My subconscious yells at me. I mentally flip her off and shove her into the back of my mind. What a bitch. Am I right?

     I glance around the bare room placing the boxes I have to the side. I turn in a circle, you know like they do in most movies to show the character is actually too happy about their move in the first place and are probably gonna leave in two days to be with their love anyways

      The room is not too small, a bit bigger than my last. The celing slopped to the side a bit. The walls were painted a pinky-orangey-gold colour. Ugh I hate the colour pink. The cherry wooden floors were full of scratches, probably from dressers and beds being moved and pushed.

      I pace for a moment biting my lip so hard im surpised it hasnt bleed. A habit of mine I was never able to break. Closing my eyes I try to imagine My old room. The dark blue walls, dark grey-black floors. In that moment. I was their. The soft carpet floors. The slight breeze from the broken window. The strong scent of vanilla was always their, no matter how many times I tried to make it go away. Now I only wish I could have it again.

     I open my eyes, and to my sorrows. The peachy walls and bare room fill my sight.

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Hey guys!!!! I know I know I never follow through with a story! Im sorry but I have fallen in love with a bunch of books that gave me inspiration.
I love the start to this story so far! I'm planning good things for this story. Hope you like it. Thank you so much.