Mom pivoted around. "Forget it, Penny. Just sit down, it's dinnertime." I grabbed my bowl of soup. Yuck, I thought, I hate tomato soup. Mom pointed as my shirt as I sat down. "Hey, where did you get that shirt? It's cute!" Trying hard, much? "Um, a store?" I replied, and plopped down. Mom didn't reply. "So, do you want to tell her?" She asked dad. "Uh, no that's okay." He replied, digging into his soup. "Oh all right." She took a deep breath. "Penny, we're..."
"What? Spit it out!" I demanded. "We're moving." I dropped my spoon and threw my hands up. "Whoa, uh-uh. What? Moving?" I slammed my chair under the table and ran into my room. Mom called after me. "Honey, please, wait, just let us explain..." Her hand dropped and she sighed. I watched them through my keyhole. Dad silently got up from the table and placed his dish in the sink. "Well," mom told him, "that went terrible." He drooped his head as if to say, "You think???"
She ignored it. "I'm just so worried about her. She has such a awful attitude." Mom dropped a glass cup. "Oh, great!" She cried. A tear ran down her cheek and dad comforted her. He shook her gently. "Hey, it's going to be fine." No it's not, I thought. I slammed the bathroom door. I touched a zit on my face. Great, I thought, just wonderful. Another thing to make me sooo happy! The next week, I got out of bed feeling very grouchy. Because guess what today was? Moving day! Mom poked her head into my room. "Get dressed and finish packing your things, honey." I pulled out some clothes I wore last week and threw them on. I placed my stuffed bear in a box and folded up my bed (we live in an apartment, and my room's tiny so I always have to fold it up everyday). I threw a few socks that were lying on the floor into my clothes box and a packed up all my books. I stood next to a box, all ready to be moved away to a new house. I looked out the window, at the hustle and bustle of morning traffic. Am I going to miss this place? I wondered. It's not like I had friends I was leaving behind. I guess no one would even care that I was gone...and it's not like I wanted them to. After an agonizing five hour drive, we pulled up the driveway into our new house. It was a small, blue, country home. After all, the only thing we had passed for the last two hours was farms and nothing but...well, nothing! "What do you think of the new home?" I glanced at it, and I looked out the vast, unoccupied space around us. "It's okay, I guess." I replied. Mom put her arm around me. "Hey, honey, why don't we go down to the new spa in town and get our hair and makeup done? Doesn't that sound like fun?" Uh, no. "Um, yeah." I told her. "But, do we have to drive? I don't feel like getting back in the car." She laughed. "Of course not. Let's walk! It's only a few blocks away." So we walked the whole ten blocks into town. We entered the spa and and a man gestured to a chair. He adjusted the height, then got started. He cut a little off my hair and took a while doing my makeup. When he was done, he cringed and rubbed the back of his neck. "What?" I asked, spreading my arms in confusion. He pointed towards the mirror. "Uh, um..." He said. I took a look in the mirror and started crying. I had ugly streaks of pink and purple all over my face. People laughed as I pushed open the doors. "I hate this town!" I yelled. I ran all the way home, mom close behind. I slammed the front door shut. Mom stayed outside to talk with dad. She crossed her arms. "Oh, why can't I do anything right? I just want to bond with her, and she's not doing well here already..." Dad tried to comfort her. "Shh. It's okay, honey. I told you, it will be alright."
Yeah, right. My life is so messed up.
My Messed Up Life Part 1
Oct 11, 2009 by Bubbles1034
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