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*Leo's POV*
I believe stories are everything.
And that no matter how small the detail, if you're going to start telling one, you need to follow it through with pride.
At least, that's what I thought before I entered my English class.
Dropping my head to the desk in front of me, I sighed as the teacher droned on about her trip to LA in a failed attempted to save her relationship.
'Just a few more minutes.' I thought to myself. 'Just a little longer and I'll be out of this hell-hole of a state.'
Most kids would probably be upset about leaving everything behind, but not me. I have no friends to lose. Not because I didn't want any, but simply because most the kids at this school were too stupid to hold a conversation longer than two minutes, unless it involved the latest celebrity, or whose dating who.
"Alright everyone, since today is Leo's last day, I think we should all take the last few moments of class to say something nice about him."
Jerking my head up from the desk in front of me, I stared in disbelief at the teacher whose head I now wanted to mount on the flag pole. For an English Teacher, she way to motherly. Always pushing for me to make friends, talk to people, or even get them to talk to me. I couldn't stand it, just like I couldn't stand her.
It took everything I had not to break out in laughter as nobody opened their mouths to say a single word. What could they say, anyways? Not a one of them knew anything about me.
"Come now, I'm sure there is something we can say about him."
"I will, Miss Evans."
Throwing my head to the side, I narrowed my eyes as the school's good girl stood up from her chair and smiled. I couldn't stand her, and she knew it. Lauren always had something to say. Tried to be friends with everyone, even when they've made it clear she needed to go away. But none of those things bothered me compared to her constant attempts at flirting. Every chance she got, from middle school, up till now, she has tried to sleep with me, and just about every other guy in both schools.
I sat there listening to her ramble on about things that had never taken place between us, never would have, and will, until the bell finally rang over head releasing a flood of students into the hallways. Walking to my locker and grabbing everything out, I held my head high with joy as I walked passed everyone in this school, for the last time.
After opening my drivers' side door and loading my stuff in, I turned on my mp3 player then put it on shuffle, listening to everything that came on the entire drive home. Fortunately, my mom had already packed up most of our things while I was at school. All I had to do was load them into the truck. We knew the trip was going to take at least two days to drive, but with moms' fear flying, there was no way I was going to ask if we could just take a plane.
"Hey bubba how was school?"
I hadn't even realized I was home. Stepping out of my car and looking down, I smiled at my little sister who retuned my gesture. Her light blonde hair pulled into braided pig-tales bounced around as I picked her up, while staring at the one thing I was jealous of. Her bright green eyes shined in the sunlight, sparkling just as bright as her smile.
"Hey there, beautiful. School was good how was your day with mom?"
"It was okay, I'm really tired though. How come you have so many clothes?"
I couldn't help but chuckle at her question. I did have a lot. I mean, I didn't care much for shopping, but being in a position where I could just blow money, I did it. And I did it often.
"Because Chloe, I like having a lot of clothes."
"Okay. Well, mom wanted to see you when you got home."
After thanking her and taking off inside, I looked around the house we were leaving, then finally found her in my room packing up what looked like the last of my stuff. Walking in and taking a seat next to her on the floor, I started putting the folded shirts into the box.
"Hey, we're going to have to set out earlier than I had originally planned. I have to start work tomorrow, and you and Chloe have school."
Rolling my eyes at her sentence and grabbing another shirt, I started packing faster in an attempt to speed things up. My mom was always efficient. Taking care of things as quickly as she could. I shouldn't have been surprised I was already in school, but I was still amazed how she always managed to get everything put together.
It only took us another ten minutes to get everything in the truck and finally set off on the road. Mom decided to take my car because hers' was already at our new house, so I was left to drive the moving truck. Chloe was pretty adamant about riding with me, solely because she liked the way I would sing songs for her. I would make funny noises with my voice just because I knew it would make her laugh.
The drive wasn't as long as I thought it would be, but considering the music she kept playing, it felt like the trip would never end. A guy can only take so many child songs, you know? We still had about an hour left on our drive from Oklahoma City to Arlington, Texas, but I called mom and asked if we could pull over for something to eat. I hadn't expected her to agree with me, but was happy when she did.
I knew neither of us would have the energy to cook anything after we finally got unloaded, so I asked Chloe what she wanted for dinner then relayed it to my mom through the phone.
"Damn, does that girl ever get tired of Wendy's?"
"One would think, but I guess not. I'll meet you at the parking lot."
"Okay. I've got to grab some smokes, so it'll be a minute before I'm there."
"Alright, mom. Love you."
"Love you too."
Getting off at the nearest exit and driving for about five minutes, I finally found the Wendy's that the sign had mentioned on the freeway. Getting out of the car and walking to the passenger side door, I opened it up and helped Chloe out so she didn't fall.
It only took my mom about six minutes to find and park next to us. After eating and setting off back down the road I told the little one it was my turn to play some music. Though she complained at first, she quickly started singing along with any of the songs she knew.
I hadn't seen the house yet. Mom wanted to keep that a surprise for the both of us. I knew it was big, but that's all I could get her to say, nothing more, and nothing less. Pulling into the street and spotting my car, I pulled up next to it then stared in shock at the place it was parked in front of.
The house wasn't just big, it was huge! The kind of place you would expect to see in a movie, and I was about to live in it. The yard itself was three times the size of our old house, and the grass looked like it was cut every day.
"So what do you think?" My mom asked, stepping up next to me.
I couldn't find the words to speak. I just stood there, shock no doubt dancing across my face as my eyes darted from the house, to her. The massive structure before me already made me feel alone, and I hadn't even set foot in the place.
"And don't worry, with my pay raise and child support, we can afford this and still have money to spare."
I could hear the happiness in her voice. Each word that left her mouth brought an even bigger smile to her face, even earning one from mine. I knew the real reason she got this house, though. I didn't like that she was trying to cover the divorce with petty objects, but every time I tried to bring it up, she'd change the subject as if I never asked it in the first place.
I kind of missed my dad. I mean, he wasn't in my life very often being a singer on the road, but there were still some things that I wished he was around for. The divorce came as a shock to us all. We should have seen it coming, with him being gone for months at a time and only home for a few days, but we figured everything was still okay.
My mom of course, took it the hardest. She didn't talk for a few weeks, just sat in her room drinking and clinging to the photo album that had all their wedding pictures. I was glad she was doing better, but I could tell she was still covering things up with whatever it is she could.
After finally getting everything inside and marveling at the interior, we put Chloe to bed and headed off to our separate rooms after saying goodnight. I was exhausted. I knew once my head hit the pillow I'd be out, so I figured I take the little time I had before I crashed to get my clothes ready for school tomorrow.
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