New Beginnings

When you were younger, you had your favourite teddy right? You spent every day with it and fell asleep at night with your arms wrapped securely around it. Securely? Because you were afraid someone would come along and take it away from you. So you cherished it for an eternity until one day, you grew too old for it. It was worn out and the stuffing was slowly creeping out, it was no longer considered yours. Although your heart lied with it, you believed yourself that you could no longer carry it around in your backpack to school, or sleep with it every single night. This was the sad truth.

Now imagine being a 17 year old, you've lived in the same house for 17 years of your life and have had every single fun filled memory in it.

Like when me and my best friends had a water fight at the age of 8 and it suddenly started raining so we had to run back inside and due to the wet staircase, each of us fell. Obviously at the time it was horrific because I still have the scar on my shoulder from when I scraped it on the floorboard that my mom always screamed at my dad to fix as it would always peak out, clearly was a safety hazard as I have visual evidence of it scraping my shoulder open, literally.

Each memory left behind a scar, mentally yes but sadly physically as I was and still am the clumsiest girl known to exist.

Besides the point, growing up in the smallest town of LA, in the poshest yet friendliest neighbourhood ever, to the actual city of LA was the biggest move ever.

This meant new friends, new schools, new neighbours and generally new people. I wasn't the most confident girl ever so this was going to be the worst part of it.

Making friends was what worried me most. At my school everyone knew everyone, it was tiny so it was basically like a very large family. I was friends with everyone and no one really had any enemies.

What worried me most was how people would react when finding out I came from the part of LA that were known to be a bit stuck up and 'posh' as they would say.

The area I lived in was wealthy, granted, however, my family were far from being 'stuck up' it was just certain people around us. Surely people shouldn't categorise EVERYONE because of the characters of certain individuals right?

I think you get the point now, I was moving.

My dad is a cop, although he hates it when anyone refers to him as being a 'cop' because he literally thinks that means he's less of what he actually is. So a police officer.

One day he came home and literally told me and my mom that he was fed up of the people in this area and that he wanted to 'broaden his horizon' whatever that means, and that escalated to moving. As you can see my dad is crazy.

So here we are now, in the mist of moving every last box in to the back of a moving van, and practically on the road to what could be the best thing ever or the worst.

Backstory, I have an older brother, Damian, who is 23 years old and works abroad. He lives in Australia and has his own business which is joint with my uncle, my moms brother. Alongside that, he is also studying in literally a boarding school. You see my brother has anger issues as I call it, a couple years ago one of his friends got him in a lot of trouble which he reacted badly to and my mum literally kicked him out. Of course after an hour she was out on the streets screaming his name crying that she might have killed him when in reality he was in the back yard house which was my dads office.

He actually chose to go to this school in Australia, he said he wanted an Australian girlfriend like Miranda Kerr which of course I found hysterical.

He visited every couple months but I rarely ever saw him.

So it was just me, my mom and my dad.

My mom, works in a hospital for children who have disorders and disabilities. She was an occupational therapist but she literally got stressed out handling other adults situations and so switched so she wouldn't lose any more hair due to it.

I on the hand was completely sane, unlike my mom and brother and sometimes dad. I was currently in high school, of course my final year, and had no clue what I was intending to do in the future. So clearly family events were hard for me when everyone literally wanted to know two things, 'What do you want to do in the future?' And 'Have you got a boyfriend yet?'

Honestly how can I get a boyfriend when I spend my free time in bed eating taki's and laughing at totally relatable memes on I*******m. My life was literally a meme and the sooner old aunties figured that one out, the better. I was an antisocial little girl and I liked it that way.

No time for boyfriends.