I've always been that good, little girl in school. The 'nerd' . Bullied. Be-friended. Replaced. I thought that was bad, but I never really knew what this terrible life would bring me until now. I was always told as a child "life is a gift, take it for granted." I actually believed it was a gift and tryed so hard to take it for what it was apparently worth, but I must have been a stupid nerd because life's not a gift, its a trap. It pulls you in and you can't do anything but wait for something good to happen. Which is pointless because nothing good will ever happen... WARNING: This story includes triggering and emotional scenes.


5. America


So many thoughts raced through my head, so much was happening in such little time. Mum had decided we were going to America when she doesn't really have much money to spend. I was no longer going to see dad ever again and well mum was packing my bags right this minute, right in front of me. But I just stood there and well watched.

"But, but mum how are we going to afford to go to America? and where will we live?," almost shaking. I was worrying now.

She gave a little smirk, still packing my bags and replied "Don't worry Kyla I know someone who will provide us a place and me a job. Luckily for us my boss just a few months back offered for me to move to America so I could be at the heart of their work. I honestly didn't want to go, what would be the reason? But until me and your dad started fighting, well it kinda changed my mind. Yes it will be different but it will be better for both of us. The house is great, its amazing actually. Very big and very modern you'll love it." I had to admit I was actually getting excited at this point but was still a little unsure. Yes I needed a new start, a new house, friends it would be great. But what would it be like without dad? 

"Wha.. what about dad?," 

She looked up at me, in the middle of packing my clothes "Well, he'd stay here. Ye it would be different without him and sometimes lonely but in a way it would be more fun. But if you really wanted to see him we would have to arrange for you to see him every couple of months of so. He could come to see us and you could go and see him-" before she carried on I interrupted,

"no, mum it's fine. We don't need to arrange anything." Giving a little smile to show her I was serious, she smiled back looking back to the suitcase she was trying to zip up.

She was struggling, so I went over and helped. Why had I chosen not to see my dad? Well many reasons. The biggest one was he was changing, a lot. He wasn't the sweet, funny dad anymore he was becoming the abusive, drug-addict dad. I had saw him hit my mum a couple of times recently and it wasn't a pretty sight. It wasn't much of a hit, but it was still abuse. 

Ye I'd probably skype him now and then but that would be when I really missed him and need someone apart from my mum. Hopefully he would understand.


We had finished packing, unfortunately leaving a lot of stuff behind. It was okay for me I didn't really have much compared to other people, compared to my mum. I took one last look at my room, it looked so bare now. Ye the bed was still there and some other crap but it was still missing lots of important stuff that made it, my bedroom.  I raced down the stairs, as I usually do and went into the back room were my mum was and the bags. She had just been on the phone, she smiled at me as she saw me and said "good news! My boss said we can have the house, just in time and all. He was just about to offer it to someone else. So we have to meet him at my work were he will give us everything." She looked so happy, yet something made me feel as if she wasn't. That she was sad deep down.

I smiled, showing my teeth. I was happy, very. Why wouldn't I be? But I was still deep down unsure and worried. 



We got to my mum's works in about 10 minutes to find her boss waiting outside. She smiled when they met and got right into everything.

"I'm glad you decided to accept the offer, it will be better for you," he gave a little grin, of someone you know you could trust "so, here's your tickets. Keys to the house, car and reception keys just in case you need anything." Car? Mum nether said anything about that, but it didn't matter we had a way to get round now. He smiled and my mum thanked for what seemed like 10 times. They shook hands, hugged and we walked back to the car. 



We managed to get to the airport and on the plane safe and sound. I had never been on a plane. It was exactly how I expected. Nothing to complain about though, I was going to America. I put my black beanie on, earphones in both ears and the plane set off. It still seemed surreal, we were leaving everything behind. Past memories, people and my dad. I had no friends which was good, I didn't have to go round saying goodbye and crying because I was leaving. Hopefully I would make some friends in America. I didn't care if it was just one, or a boy. I wanted a friend who could look out for me. We were going to America. 

My mum smiled at me and I smiled back but neither of us knew this was going to change our lives for ever.


Authors Note:

Woah, big chapter for me. Bet you weren't expecting that? Hope you like it :D

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