I am awoken by someone or something shaking me wickedly.

"Y/N, come on baby...it's time to go."

I heard a familiar females voice call my name.

I flutter my eyes open, but squint them closed again because of my rooms bright ceiling light. I blink a few times to get my eyes to become use to the light and finally open them to see my mother leaning over me.

"Mother?"

I ask in my sleepy voice whilst rubbing my eyes and sitting up.

"Good morning darling, we must leave for our flight now."

My mother carressed my cheek before moving out of the way to allow me to get up from bed.

I look out my window to see it's still pitch black out, I then glance at my old digital clock next to me on my side table to see the time is 1:46am.

"Up! Up! Get ready!"

My mother smiled as she rushed me out of bed.

I couldn't help but smile too.

Even though I wasn't very excited about leaving this place.

"Okay okay!"

I giggled as I pushed myself out of bed.

My mother leaves my room and I walk toward my old desk, that I'll be leaving here, where my outfit that I pulled out of my suit case yesterday layed: folded neatly ontop of eachother.

I pick up the dress I layed out and unfolded it. I chose a more comfortable outfit, so I chose a plain white dress that has skinny bow straps and a white belt to excentuate my curves.

- Not forgetting my white, round toed, flats -

I adjust my belt as I jog to the side of my bed and grab my medium sized white backpack; that inside carried everything I might want to entertain myself on the flight to Nockfell and the drive to my new home there.

The backpack holds things such as: Books, my sketch book, coloring pencils, and regular pencils.

It's been a really big wish of mine since like - ever - to have a gameboy but my mother and father wouldn't allow it.

'It will corrupt you're mind.' Is all they would ever say to me when I asked.

I sling my backpack's right strap over my right shoulder and jog to my bedroom door. I throw it open and walk out and towards the direction of the stairs.

After about 10 seconds of walking from my room I reach the stairs and hop down them.

"Y/N!"

My father calls out, I squint my eyes (out of reflex) because of how loud it was and call back.

"I'm here!"

My dad turns around to see me standing at the bottom of the stairs looking at him.

"Oh, well it's time to go."

My father repeats what my mother said not that long ago.

"Yeah, I've been told."

I gave him a weak smile and turn to the front door.

Just as I turn to the door my mom walks through it, I take a few steps back before she hits me with the door and she apologises.

"Sorry sweet heart, I didn't see you."

She gave me a light hearted smile with a chuckle and walked over to me placing a hand on my upper back, giving me a gentle push towards and out the front door.

I allow her to push me out and we go to the car. I open the left back seat door and jump inside. I place my backpack next to me and sling my arm around it, keeping it close to my side.

I wait as my parents get in the car; my mom gets in the passenger seat and my dad gets into the drivers seat, then once we are all settled and buckled in, we begin to drive off.

I sit in the back, quietly looking out the window. I slowly begin to fall into my stream of thoughts.

'Why do we have to move? I want to stay here, in my real home. The place I grew up in. All the memories of me and my friends laughing.

Even all the bad memories. Like when my parents would fight, or they would yell at me just because they were having a bad day. It's mostly my dad that does that but sometimes my mom has a really bad or tiring day, and she just needs to let off some stress. My dad does it because he can. "He's the man of the house. So, he can do what he wants." I hate that he is so stuck in the 60s. He made me what I am today, and I'm not entirely sure that's a good thing. He made me such a 'goody two shoes' So, basically I never want to or will break the rules and have good grades. Which - yeah - good grades and not breaking the lae is good, but like i can't I can't have fun, and if i get even slightly lower grades then an A or a 4+ on anything, my dad goes all physco on me. So I've lesrned to follow the rules and work hard, even if it means staying up all night.

I've learned to keep my mouth shut, and I dress like I'm from the oldies for the most part. Because it's "innapropriate to wear a dress above your knees" says my dad, and my mom not wanting to get into another argument with him just agrees. But my clothes are still pretty much the style now, so my clothes do fit in with everyone elses...sorta.

My mom - She's whats known as a house wife. My mother has trained me to be a house wife too but I don't plan on being one at all. I act like I will be one - a good wife that is- But it's only what I do to avoid another screaming match and/or something worse. want to find true love. But y father wants me to be with someone like a jock. A stupid jock that has terrible grades and all the girls want even though he's a total butt-head to them. I don't want a guy like that.'

Eventually my thoughts are drowned out by the sound of my father trying to get my attention.

"Y/N. Y/N!"

He leans back and pushes my arm a little too harshly;

Making me shoot my head towards him to look at him.

"Tom,"

My mother addresses his harshness towards me.

My father and I have never had much of a good relationship with eachother. Well, we would, if he wasn't always so against me. Like - I'm always a burden to him...a problem that he knows he can't get rid of. But yet, he still tries to.

"Yes, Father?"

I ask, ignoring the harsh shove my father gave me.

He doesn't reapond. But instead, a softer, sweeter voice does.

"Tsk...We're at the airport, sweetheart."

My mother turned and looked back at me, then smiled.

"Oh, okay..."

I smiled for second then i let it fall back down. I grab ahold on my bags strap and throw it over my shoulder, whilst opening the car door.

I place my left foot on the cement parking lot ground, then the next foot, then finally stepping out fully; shutting the car door behind me.

I grip the strap of my backpack tightly, taking a deep breath in; smelling the nice cool air. Then letting it all back out.

My parents get out of the car too, grabbing bags full of their most needed stuff. Such as: clothes, shoes, accesories, and whatever else they feel they needed to put in there. I continue to look at the outside of the airport, not thinking, not moving, just starring.

But my mom interrupts me, placing my pink suit case infront of me.

I look at her, muttering a small 'Thank you' before grabbing the handle.

I can still feel the cold radiating off the suitcase from it being in the car all night long. Sitting in the chilly fall air.

My parents begin walking and that makes me quickly begin to move; to follow closely behind them.

My suitcase trails behind me as I grip it with my right arm, as well as my back pack hanging off of my right shoulder.

My mother keeps looking back every now and then to make sure I'm still behind them, whilst my father?

He doesn't even spare me the slightest glance.

I look at my feet as they stride forward and back; right foot to left, then repeating. We walk to the double doors of the airport, they slide open as the motion censors detect someone is infront of it.

We walk inside the huge building handing the woman our pass ports and did everything we needed to do then we sat, and are now waiting for our flight.

As I finally sit, I glance at the time on the clock nailed on the wall; 4:57am it read.

Our flight is at 6am, so we still have an hour to kill. My suitcase stands infront of me and my backpack sits on my lap, I open up my backpack to find somthing to entertain myself with.

Maybe a book? Reading a book sounds really nice. Calming.

Which is just what I need right now. Something to calm myself down with and it's a great way pass time. Anytime I read, it's like the whole world around me just desolves and I'm all alone.

No sounds, no people, just me and the book. I like it that way, it gives me a chance to let go of all my stress, and all the people that scare me.

Or uh- all the people that stress me out.

I open my favorite book and begin to dive into my world of imagination.

Finally the time to get on our plane came, we grab our things and make our way onto the plane. The plane that would be taking me to my new home...In Nockfell.

I sit in my seat, I got the window seat, whilst my mother sat beside me.

My father sat in the next row over but all and all; next to my mother.

My mother and I sit on the left side of the airplane, my dad sat in the middle.

My suitcase is in the shelf bin above us whilst my backpack sits on my lap still.

I leaned my head on the wall next to the airplanes window as we took off. Eventually, after awhile of being stuck in my thoughts, I was set free; falling into a deep sleep while I waited to be dropped off into my new town.

7/8/22

AKA - July, 8th/2022