A Boy meets a Girl: Chapter one

Some people may like that word called moving, but I don’t. I don’t think I like moving at all, the boovs may jump at any sight to move away but I am going to scurry away from any mention of it. Opening my eyes to the sunlight on my face, I sighed, here we go. Another day in a new town, and I’m going to go to their school, meet new people and trash those that need to be trashed.

I pulled down my bedcovers and forced myself to sit up on the bed, looking at the unpacked boxes in my room, I am reminded of my reason for hating to move. The stress of packing and unpacking is so annoying but tell that to my parents. It’s like moving day was invented the day they were born, I haven’t lived in a single town for more than three years without us moving, some we spent only six months and at seventeen years of age, I have lived in five countries and ten different towns, yep, it’s a world record, I know.

I heaved another sigh and got up from the bed, I walked to the window and drew the curtains further apart, leaning on it, I breathed in the morning air of Los Angeles, yep that’s where we moved in two days ago, Los Angeles. Today I will be going to their high school, and if I’m being honest, I’m not actually looking forward to it, the thought of meeting new school bitches and annoying boys makes me want to throw up. I can’t stand them and they have this pull of not leaving me alone. No matter how I avoid them, they always, always look for my trouble and won’t stop till I put them in their place, which for the record, I enjoy doing.

“Molly, you need to get up now, you can’t afford being late to your first day at school!”

That is my mom, she is a beautiful woman with black long hair and beautiful green eyes. Some might say I take after her except for the fact I have my father’s brown hair and brown eyes. My baby brother Max is the one that has her hair and eyes. She is an archeologist, as well as my father and they travel a lot. We moved here because they got a call about some new artifacts in the museum that they want them to identify. But like always, it’s going to involve them travelling a lot, I just don’t know why.

They are called to identify some things, shouldn’t every work be done in the museum? But no, mom will always say that they need to travel to the country of origin to know if there is something else they need to find or maybe some curse on the certain artifacts, you don’t understand too right? I assure you, neither do I.

“Molly, get up now.”

“I’m already up mom, I will be down in ten!” I yelled back at her. Sighing, I leave the window and the beautiful sights of the fresh mangoes whose tree grew very close to my window. It’s the only thing I love about my room. Yesterday, I climbed onto a branch through my window and spent some quality time on the tree. I looked at my boxes that still need to be unpacked. I will handle those this week. Hopefully school will be as boring as I imagined and I will come back early everyday to unpack them.

I entered the bathroom and picked up my brush, putting toothpaste on it. I started brushing my teeth in the slowest way possible, don’t mind me, I will do anything to make me go late.

I went down the stairs after finding a crop top with a jean and a converse to go with it, my hair in a high ponytail, I made my way to the kitchen. Dad was already sitting at the dinning and going through the morning papers, “good morning dad, good morning mom,” I greeted them, kissing their cheeks and ruffling my brother’s hair while he groaned and slapped my hand away.

“So, who is ready for the first day at school?” Mom asked, clapping her hands as she sat on her chair.

“Not me,” I answered.

“Me neither,” Max added.

“Oh kids, don’t be like that, it will be amazing, you will see,” and that’s mom, being like the typical mom.

“Kids, we know that the move was unplanned for but we are really working on settling in a place this time,” dad said.

I snort, “let me remind you dad, that was what you said three years ago.”

“I know but I’m going to try harder this time, okay?”

“I hope you do, I’m tired of making new friends every single time,” Max complained.

“I know, I know,” mom ruffled his hair, pouting, “we are sorry about that honey.”

“Alright kids, you eat so I can drop you off at your schools,” dad added.

“You promised me a car,” I reminded my dad.

“Yes, and I will get that, once we return from our trip.”

“You are traveling?” Max and I shrieked.

“Yes dear, we got the call last night, Maria found something and our presence is needed…” Mom began but I interrupted her.

“How long will you be staying?”

“We don’t know yet dear but we will be back as soon as we are done,” she answered.

I nodded and didn’t say anything again, I concentrated on my food and nobody else talked. It’s how it always is, whenever they drop the news about their traveling, no matter the discussion we might be having, it just ceases. I hate their traveling, we hardly have some time together, it’s always their work, work, work.