Long long loooonnnnggg road trip today... Ugh
"Finally were here" my mom said. "Great" I lied trying to sound happy about it. "Don't worry Lydia you'll love it here... It has a great school, great neighborhood, and you'll love the house. "Yeah I know" I lied again.
Honestly I didn't know, I didn't know if the kids would like me... Perks are they don't know about my history, but I don't know any of them. I don't really want to be known as the "new kid". There always the ones who get bullied. And there's a lot of pressure because you have to make a good impression.
"Lyd your room is third door on the right... I think... It's the one with the purple walls" purple being my favorite color I was excited for that. "Okay thanks mom" I said as I walked up to the front door. When I walked in I had to admit... This was a pretty nice house. After going up stairs I counted one.. two.. three... Opening the third door I immediately fell in love with the color. It wasn't to bright of a purple and it wasn't to dark... It was perfect.
Once I put away the clothes I brought upstairs with me I walked down stairs. I walked to the kitchen to get a drink and saw my mom digging through the refrigerator. "Hey honey how do you feel about going our for dinner... We have no food in the house". "Yeah sounds good mom... Let me just get changed... Any suggestions on what I should wear?" "Um not to fancy not to casual, I was thinking of going to the cute little restuaunt about two blocks from here. We can walk too" she said. "Okay sounds great"
After going through my clothes I chose a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and light pink tank top with lace trimming. I chose this because It was warm out, I was walking, it was kinda fancy, and it didn't show off much.
I know what your thinking because I was worried about it too. How is she going to hide her cuts? Right? Well Angie actually showed me this great makeup brand that builds up on your skin... Making it look like there are and never were any scars.
I only use this when going somewhere with my mom or if I have to like a dance or party or something. My mom can never know... She will send me to counseling and rehab and she will never talk about anything but that with me. So yeah never ever ever can she no.
After finishing with my makeup my mom yells from downstairs... "You ready hun?" "Yeah one minute mom just finishing up" I say as I slide on cream flats that match the color of the lace on my shirt.
It was a beautiful night and only a short walk to the resteraunt. It was a cute little place. I ordered a salad. So did my mom and we shared a large plate of pasta. It was nice... I love my mom but she can be a little work obsest and uptight sometimes.
On the way back we talked about starting a new life down here... Honestly I was a little happy about forgetting about my past.
Next chapter will be up tomorrow!!!