Therapy

We were here. Los Angeles, Calabasas Ca. I literally kept my eyes closed as we drove in to our new neighbourhood. You may think I'm being a bit too exaggerative it was because maybe I was but I didn't care, I refused to enjoy where I now was living because I'm pretty sure I would love it, I just refused to.

The car slowed down making my look up to see the house that I had only seen once and it was when it was first getting made and there was nothing but wood brick and sand lying around. Now it was a house, our house.

Much bigger than the last one and much more fancier, which is silly because for 3 people, the house was too big but whatever, I wasn't one to complain.

As the gates opened up, my mom drove the car closely behind the 3 vans that the movers were driving, behind us was my dad who was driving in with his car of course what he couldn't leave behind for a second.

"How beautiful is it!" My mom exclaimed in excitement.

"Yay" I said obviously sarcastically but my mom was too obsessed with the house to realise.

We got out of the car and instantly the movers began taking out the furniture and boxes and placing them in the house.

I made my way past the boxes and let myself wonder off. The floor was a white marble, and above me was a chandelier, the staircase was seen as soon as you opened the door and it was the type that had two staircases but joined in to being one. I inspected every room, and I hated to say that it was genuinely beautiful.

I instantly headed upstairs "The double doors on the left is your room Hun!" My mom called from downstairs making me turn left down the single hallway which led to two big white double doors.

I opened them both revealing my bedroom. Empty yet still beautiful somehow. My walls were a white almost blush pink, my floor was a soft cream carpet and my bed was a queen size. It already had my vanity where I would do my makeup, I had DIY'd it by added lights to the sides like they have in celebrities dressing rooms and added a white stool which had fur on it.

I had a large balcony door which obviously led out to a balcony of my own, overlooking the front yard.

I went to the bathroom which had a glass shower in the middle of the room, with a tub in the corner, a large mirror and double sinks.

And finally, my closet. In my last house I had to use my brothers old room as my closet, I had a lot of clothes purses and shoes and I refused to have them all stacked away in a small closet. If you have pretty things they should be on show right?

This time I had a big enough walk in closet for everything I owned, literally. With never ending shelves I imagined how I could organise all my clothes. An island in the middle with a glass top for accessories and best of all, the shelves for my shoes.

"This is perfect" I whispered to myself. Well what I thought was to myself.

"I told you you'd love it" my dads voice sounded from behind me.

I closed my eyes briefly sighing as I turned around "forget you ever heard that"

He chuckled as I sat down at the white suede bench in the closet, he came and sat down next to me.

"What is the bothering you the most kid? Why can't you see this as a good thing?" He asked.

"I don't know... I've practically been forced to leave my life behind, I can't just be happy about it dad" I signed, this was probably the first time my dads had the time to ask me what my actual problem was.

Being a cop was very time consuming.

"I understand that, but you're a very bright girl, you'll make new friends, you were popular in your old school, what makes you think it will be different here?" He asked making my shake my head as I put my head in my hands.

"This is different dad, we lived in a small city, everyone knew everyone so it was okay for me, now it's different" I explained hoping he'd understand.

"I know you're shy, and that's the one thing I was worried about, but just because you're shy it doesn't mean you don't have a good personality. People don't care about shyness if the person is genuinely kind" he told me, he might be making sense but by telling a shy, anxiety driven girl or boy that they'll make friends easily isn't very helpful.

"I know dad" I answered just wanting he conversation to end.

"Look, you still have a couple days left until summer is over, go out and do things you like doing, shopping? You're obsessed with that and for the first time I am allowing you to spend as much as you want, get ready for school and trust me, when you have a prepared mind everything falls in to place. Feel confident when doing things you like and everything will turn out right"

I nodded "just don't make any boyfriends" he nudged me chucking.

I laughed shaking my head "don't worry dad, let me first make friends let alone think about boyfriends" he nodded

We both got up and left the closet in to my room where he went to the door. "Start unpacking, it'll get your mind of things"

With that, he left.

If only it was that easy to take your mind of something that was bothering you the most.