1. I :: Moving
"Stop being a crybaby. You're 16 for God's sake," My mom told me as the plane took off.
I hadn't talked to her at all the past week. Why would I? She was taking me away from America where my life was. My friends, my boyfriend, my dad.
All because of the stupid divorce. I knew my parents weren't happy together, it was obvious, but I didn't want to leave. I wanted to live with my dad, someone who actually cares for me. My mom said that he never cared for us but I know that's a lie just like everything she's told me in my life. My dad is my best friend, always has been and always will be. He was there for me when no one else was. All my mom did was piss at me for doing something wrong while my dad tried to tell her I was just a kid.
I always wanted a mom who cared for me like the other girls have. The closest I had to one of those was our housemaid Lucia. Lucia was an Italian immigrant and she had been working/living with us since I was a baby so my parents had help. She helped me through everything. She was my shoulder to cry on, the only mother figure I had. But of course moving away meant leaving her also.
My dad couldn't have custody of me because he was always poor. My mom came from a multi-billionaire family while my dad was homeless for years and moved out when he 15 because his family couldn't care for him. After the divorce my mom got all the money and me because he didn't have the ability to pay for my living.
A small tear slid down my cheek as I thought about my dad who had nothing while my mom took everything. Bad people take good things while good people are left with bad things, I guess. Life is unfair sometimes.
I thought to my boyfriend, Davis, who was broken when I told him I had to leave. Sure, we were only 16 but we had been dating for over a year and he never pressured me into anything. Most guys would try to take your virginity during the time of a year but knew I didn't want to so he told me that whenever I was ready. I know we are only kids but I also know I am so truly in love with him.
"You're such a weakling. You're just like your father," My mom muttered on and I cut her off by putting my earbuds in my ears and listening to Green Day's American Idiot while drifting to sleep.