Just Me

My mom had told me that moving would be fun. (I didn't believe her.) My stepdad told me that I would make lots of new friends. (That was a lie!)

It didn't take me too long to find out that we were moving. I came home from school the day of the move. Our house was littered with boxes and bags, and our beds were piled up outside, along with our other furniture.

"Um. I'm guessing we're leaving town and becoming hobos." I announced after taking a look around the house.

"No, no, no!" My mom laughed, wiping sweat from her brow as she walked in the near empty livingroom. "We're moving!" She clapped her hands and giggled excitedly.

My mom was such a yuppie.

We were complete opposites. I was an only child, she was the youngest in fourteen. She had short blonde hair, mine was long and straight. I was tall, she was short. I think I was adopted. The only thing we had in common was our eyes. They were kind of big, and green. Not the normal green you see on ugly minivans but a sharp emerald green that scared people away, but then again attracted them like moths to a light.

I stared at her. "No duh." I rolled my eyes, deciding my step dad would be more help than her. "Daddy-kins!" My voice turned sickenly sweet. I didn't exactly like him. "Where are we moving, and do I have to go?"

'Daddy-kins' had been with us for a long time. He was a tall guy, and he had a nice pack of abs. Which was why I didn't like him. Why should I have to suffer with a hot, attractive stepdad? It was stupid. He was a cheater, too. I glared at him, but he seemed to just shrug it off.

"We're going to a little town called Gibson City, in Illinois, Jaclyn." I shuddered. I hated small towns. There was nothing to do. Plus, little towns usually contained druggies. I was not going to become a druggie again.

My mom came out of the house then, and smiled at the two of us. "So you two are finally getting along!" She put the box she was carrying in the moving van. My stepdad took it out again, and shoved it to me. "It's not exactly a small town, hunny." Mom helped him load the couch into the van. "It's a version of Chicago."

I pretended to gasp in delightment. "That means I can become a gangbanger! Or a prostitute!" My stepdad and Mom shot me a look. Different looks, though. Mom's was of disaproval, and my Stepdad's was full of playfulness.

"I thought you were already a prostitute." He said. Mom slapped him on the shoulder, and she let go of the couch purposefully, causing it to fall ontop of him. He fell to the ground, and I put down the box I was holding.

"You offend me, of Step Father of mine!" I put my hand to my heart. "And here I thought you as a friend of mine!" Mentally I rolled my eyes. "Are we leaving soon? I want to say bye to some people." Pfft. What people? I had no friends here.

"Umm." My mom looked around. There were quite a few things to load up still. "We'll be leaving in about an hour, OK hunny?"

"Whatever."