Moving Chapter 1
Life…it has a crazy way of changing on us. Becoming friends with people that only want to use us, fall in love with someone our parents may not like, have our heart broken, and even be hurt by our family. Who can we trust with our heart? When can we expect not to be hurt? Even in fairytales someone gets hurt. You hardly ever meet someone who won’t hurt you. It only happens once and not everyone gets to experience that once in a lifetime kind of love. It happened for me when I almost gave up hope. I found someone who didn’t hurt me, who made me smile with out trying. I fell in love with the most imperfect guy.
I guess I should start from the beginning if I’m going to tell you about a once in a lifetime experience that I was lucky to have. It isn’t an easy journey to this happy life I’m now living. My story begins in a new town with new people six months before my eighteenth birthday.
“Denise sweetheart cheer up. It won’t be so bad…” my mother said in the car on the drive to our new house. My dad left us and my mom couldn’t take living in the same state. She dragged me away from my friends, my home, and my family. Why did we have to move? He was the one that left us so shouldn’t he be the one who should move?
I use to live in Dayton , Ohio Evansville , Indiana
“Mom we lived off of you old job and you don’t really have a job now so how are we going to live?”
“Denise we will be okay I promise. Yes money is going to be a little tight but we’ve got each other.”
My mother has been saying that ever since dad left. She used to say it before he came into our lives and while she had a crappy job. I guess that’s why she and I are so close. We really have had each other through all our troubles. Now all of you are probably still caught up on the before dad statement. Yes before my dad became apart of my life but don’t worry I’ll explain later. So let’s get back to the story.
After hearing my mother say that all I could do was look out the window, see our new house, and go find my new room. The walls are painted dark blue just the same as the old house. I sit on my bed and look at the boxes against the walls, wondering which one has my sheets and my pictures. I see my bookshelves and decide to unpack all my books. After I unpack a few boxes I decide I need to get out of the house.
“Mom I’m going for a walk. I’ll be back before dinner.”
“Denise take your cell phone please and how does Chinese sound for dinner?”
“Sounds good mom” I say while walking out the door. As I step outside I feel the suns heat as it sets against my flesh. I take a look around and decide to head to what appeared to be an empty park down the street. When I arrive to the park though, I see a little girl with her dad pushing her on the swing. The little girl’s mother was on the other side of her, smiling while holding her stomach. While watching this happy family I begin to have a flash back to my childhood, something I tried to block out.
“Mommy, mommy where’s daddy?” I use to ask. She would always have to remind me that he only visited me every Saturday. I was always trying to be daddy’s little girl. Even though he was hardly ever there I still wanted to be his little girl, at least while I was really young. I realized as I got older I could never be as close to him as I am to my mother.
As I start to come back to reality, the happy family was leaving. While they were leaving I glided over to the swings. As I was swinging through the air I begin to relax and close my eyes. By the time I open my eyes again I see starts in the sky and decided I better head home.
“It’s not smart to be out this late at night,” a young man spoke softly. I decided the best thing to do was ignore after I realized he was roughly the same age as me. I went around and started toward my house thinking he would leave me be. “Wait!” he yelled, “Let me walk ya home. My names Ethan and I’m guessing you’re new around here.” Why couldn’t this guy leave me alone? “So what’s your name?” he asked after I didn’t respond to him. “Denise,” I mumbled.
“That’s a pretty name. So are you going to college or are you still in high school?”
“I’m going to be a freshman in college…”
“So am I, what college will you be attending?”
“University of Southern Indiana
“Well I don’t know, you just seemed like you needed a friend. By the way we are attending the same school. We might just be classmates so why not become friends?” he smiled. I had stopped walking to look at him and the fact that I was in front of my house.
“Well thanks but I don’t think you really want to be friends with me so goodbye,” I said then walked in my house not waiting for a response.
When I closed the door I smelled dinner. My mom and I ate in silence for the first time since dad left. After we finished cleaning up I headed upstairs to my new room. As I turned off the lights and fall back on my bed, I curl up in a ball. I begin to feel my eyes get wet and my vision blur with tears. I missed my friends, and as much as I hate to admit it I also miss being a family of three. It angers me so much that I missthe man that hurt my mom and me. I let the tears flow knowing that no one is around to see them. I finally cry myself and hope that the next day will be a little easier.
