Starting Over Ch.1-The Move

The sun started to rise earlier then expected. My stomach felt like it was about to burst with butterflies. I couldn't get any sleep the night before. Tossing and turning, my head was full of every negative thought I could cram inside of it. Nothing would be like this if we just stayed where we were suppose to. Ever since this huge move from the east states to the west my head has been on one thing. Starting over I have to admit that my family and myself, my name is Jason by theway, had it made back when we lived in Jersey. A respected family, happiness, everything we could have ever wanted. yet dad felt incomplete or whatever. So apparently the bimbo from his office seemed to fill that whole in his heart, only to start a new one in ours. Thing is when your little sister around age 14  is the one to walk in and see the affair first hand, well it's enough to push mom over the edge.

I remember that night oh too well. We were suppose to be going to the carnival that just came to town. I was a little reluctant hoping none of my friends would see me strutting around with my mom on one side and my sister on the other. But I went along with it anyway. Well after the first three rides Kelly, my sister, already spewed her chunks and that ended our ever so wonderful family outing. We tried to call dad  a few times and tell him we were on the way home but he wouldn't pick up. The car had to be stopped nearly four times on the way back so Kelly would be able to not ruin the car flooring. She smelt terrible, my hand was placed over my nose the entire ride back. Once we pulled up to our charming little two story home we noticed this sporty little red car in our driveway. I now seem to think that mom already suspected dad's affair but was in denial. I don't know because she never even paid any sort of attention to it. Another reason for her suspicions could be because she sent Kelly up to see what dad was doing so she didn't have to experience it first hand. Which in the long haul dad should be grateful for because I knew mom would have lunged for the pistol she held in the sock drawer just to the right of the door. I don't remember much after that except for Kelly sprinting downstairs  screaming her head off, then seeing dad trail after her with nothing but a bed sheet wrapped around his waist. I wanted to set myh eyes on fire when his mistress came downstairs frantically trying to exit the house and in the end stealing mom's pillow trying to conver up her chest area. Mom wouldn't even let the woman get dressed.

Now here's where I stand. I guess a entire country was just barely enough space for her to be away from dad and that leaves me, mom, and Kelly living in San Francisco with my pottery obsessed aunt who has her own shop downstairs of her oversized apartment. I swear this place is huge and she doesn't even have the furniture to cover one room. The lady had to be crazy because I'd wake up at 3 in the morning to go pee and she'd be down there going to town with that clay trying to create a 'work of art' as I recalled her telling Kelly after she told my aunt that her pottery was nothing but pots and that almost gave my Aunt Bell a heart attack. Like I said thought, this entire affair thing pretty much screwed up the entire family. Mom claims that the move was a attempt to show us more of this 'great country we live in' but in all honesty me and Kelly both realize that this is a sad excuse to not every see dad's face again. I guess though its for the best, for dad's health at least. Mom's crazy and I've noticed the change in her since what happened. Small town suburbia housewife to psycho in just a matter of a few days. I don't even think she took mine or Kelly's feelings when she made this move. I don't think that she even realized that by her starting over we had to too, and that's what I was scared about most. I didn't want to make new friends. I didn't want to be the new kid. I didn't want to start over on everything that had taken me so long to build up. I was pissed, and I was petrified. It'd been too long since the last time I had tried to fit in. It had always been so natural for me. But I suppose that California is a different place then New Jersey. I suppose that the way I was back there, well it may not be accepted here. I just don't know.