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Summer
1|An Uprooted Flower
It was about a month ago when I heard it from my parents; we were moving away from the town I had grown up in the, the friends I had for years, the house I had never wanted to leave, and my boyfriend. Why? It was for convenient to my stepfather, and he "missed" the ocean feel. And, of course, my mom had gone along more than willing; she was like a love-struck teenager, doting after him like he was the most perfect person in the world, instead of a total douche.
When my mom told me we were moving to the beach, I didn't respond at first. I was texting my friend Katie under the table, in secret, and it wasn't until she said
"May! Did you hear me?" That I dropped my phone onto my lap and looked up.
"Yeah?" I said, dumbly. My mother frowned but made no comment. She hated it when I said "yeah" in response to something she said. Apparently it was "disrespectful," which I get, but if she doesn't listen to what I say, why should I have to listen to her?
"I said, we're moving to Seaburg in a month. Make sure you have everything ready." I nodded absentmindedly, but some sort of warning bell went off in my brain and I thought about what she said. A few seconds later, I sprang out of my chair.
"What?!" I screamed, loudly. My mother gasped and my stepfather looked at me disapprovingly.
"Settle down, May." He said, sternly. "Your mother and I have already made the discussion. We think it's what's best for you, too." He set his fork down and got up, as though to single that the conversation was over. Mom smiled at him bashfully as she collected the dishes.
"Are you finished, May?" She asked, glancing down at my half-eaten chicken. Still in shock, I nodded numbly. I felt like everything was flipping upside down. Like a flower that his been torn out of the ground, tossed into a bucket, and shipped off to some unknown shop.
"But-, Mom.... what about my friends? My school? Logan?" I asked, unable to believe that she could do this to me. "Why are we moving? Where is Seaburg, anyway?" My mom sighed, as though I was asking something unreasonable.
"May, it's not good for you to stay in the same place for so long. You need new friends, a new life, by the ocean!" I could tell by the way that she was talking that she was just repeating my stepfather's words. "Besides, you and Logan can always go long distance. It's not that hard, and I wouldn't mind if he visited once or twice a month. You father needs to be closer to his work, and I want to live by the ocean! There's a high school nearby as well, so you don't need to worry about that." I was speechless. Didn't this sort of thing only happen in movies? Did I have no control over my life?
"Mom... you can't just do this to me! This is my home! I refuse to go with you." The words held more confidence than I felt. My mother's eyes darkened.
"We're doing this for you, May. You can't become to attached to this place. It isn't good for you. Now, I would suggest you start packing if you want to have anything at our new home. I'm sorry about leaving your friends, but you can still text them, or email, or whatever, and you'll get a chance to make new ones. This is final, May."
I fell silent. Although my mom was a pushover most of the time, there was no arguing with her when she got like this. And my stepdad.... he's another story entirely. There was no arguing with him anytime. He and my mom had gotten married when I was twelve, and he never wanted me from the start, but he still put up with me for reasons unknown to me. Maybe he just wanted the appearance of a good family, or maybe he just didn't care that much. He wasn't abusing or anything; most of the time. He rarely got drunk but, when he did, it wasn't fun. He never hit us; it went against his "moral code," hitting women, but he could get awfully nasty, and he ruled our house with an iron fist. I got up from the table and headed upstairs to my room. The old, familiar floorboards creaked beneath my feet. I haven't lived anywhere but this house, and I just couldn't imagine it. I ran into my dark room and threw myself on the bed. Although I felt childish, and stupid, I couldn't stop the tears from flowing.
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