I am sitting on a chair with my chin resting in my left hand. I've been waiting for my mother for more than 30 minutes. She's gone to explore our new environment, but I thought we would eat lunch together. My milk is curdled, I haven't touched the food in front of me, I don't feel like eating anyway. I feel restless and my stomach is knotted. I was against moving, but my mother, faithful to herself, had already bought the house before discussing it with me. My parents divorced a few months ago and the judge decided that my mother would keep me. My mom being richer, can give us what we need to live on. And, also, my dad fell into depression after the loss of his brother and is not using the right means to deal with his problem, if you will. It was sad to see him drown in his over-consumption, he who was such a reasonable man before.
In top of that, I was ripped from the place where I grew up, from my friends, from my life. I never thought I would be the kind of person affected by this, but I can say today that I don't feel well at all. I'm sure it's natural since I'm just dramatic. Ugh!
Fortunately, the house is warm and welcoming. It’s small but comfortable. It's in a suburb not too far from the city and my high school.
We moved during the summer and I don't have to arrive in the middle of the school year. It would have just been unnecessary stress. School starts in 2 weeks, on September 2, but tomorrow, all students must go to school to receive their schedules and exercise books. I'm really not looking forward to it, I have to say I don't really like crowds and needing to socialize or talk to people. I'm socially maladjusted haha.
I suddenly get up and head for my soon-to-be bedroom. The sun projects its light through the small window above my bed frame. It hits the immaculate walls of this room. They are depressing, I can't wait to paint them, maybe lavender or a light blue. It would go well with my sheets, but first, it would be a good idea to take them out of their boxes. In fact, taking all my belongings out of their packages.
While I was unpacking, I heard the keys turning in the lock and the door cracking.
“Guess who's there?" shouts my mother.
Ugh. She always acts like she's my friend.
She walks in heavy steps to my room and leans against the door frame.
“Hello, Ma'. Anything interesting?” I say as I lift my body off the ground leaving the half-empty box.
“The neighbors are nice! We talked a little bit...You should go outside, the weather is so mild.” my mother told me with a reproachful tone.
“It's never nice enough to go outside.” I respond.
“At least, you’re undoing your things” she sighs.
She leaves glancing one last time at me and rolling her eyes. My mother is a good person, maybe she just has less parenting skills. I mean, she doesn't always have the sweetest manners. But, she was raised like that, I can't blame her.
I go back to my task and finish around 3:00 p.m. While I was working I thought so deeply that I didn’t see the time pass. I had time to consider my situation. In the end, it’s no so bad to start a new life elsewhere. Back at home, my life was not exactly perfect and I could start all over again. The monotonous landscapes of my old city made me sick. As soon as I saw the sun's rays coming in through the window of my bedroom, I wanted to disappear. But it was a dark time for me, let's not talk about it. I'm actually very fortunate to have this opportunity before me.
I go to the bathroom connected to my room and look at my reflection in the mirror for a long time. This face, my face, will no longer be associated with the "edgy" and reclusive student. My thick, slightly wavy chestnut hair is starting to get long. My bangs sting my eyes, my annoying brown eyes that I never loved. I look badly maintained, which I am, but I want to look cleaner. So I'm going to go to the hairdresser before school starts.
I look so bad.
I look like I haven't slept in ages, which I have. Life is stressful, what can I say.
My eyelids fall on my eyes by themselves. It may be that in the afternoon and I haven't eaten, but I need a period of sleep. I come out brushing the wall and fall abruptly on my bed. Sleep takes me away in a very short time.