I'm Hopelessly Hopeful (1)
Chapter 1 : I'm Hopelessly Hopeful (1)
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Walking into my house after a long day of being ridiculed and tormented, I noticed many different men packing up all of my mom’s fancy and breakable vases, fine china, and anything else breakable. I moneuvered my way through boxes, men, and I finally made it in to the kitchen where my mom was sitting at the table, sipping at her tea. "Hi Honey!" she greeted me happily. "Hi?" I looked around the kitchen, "What’s going on?" "We’re moving!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "Again?" I groaned, "Mom, this is like the fifth time this year!" "Your father and I both got better jobs," she shrugged, "Your sister seems happy." "Cause she doesn’t like this town anymore! She just wants to go to a different school and rule it like the queen bitch she is." I crossed my arms over my chest. Before she was able to speak up again, I walked out of the kitchen, through the maze of boxes and men and ran up to my room. While walking down the hallway, I peered into Dad’s office and saw him packing up his items. "Hi Dad," I waved, "Need any help?" "Nah sweetie I’m fine," he tripped over a box that way laying on the floor, "Just, start packing your room up for us okay?" I nodded quietly and walked into my room that I shared with my older sister Taylor. She was chatting away on her cellphone while throwing random stuff into the three boxes on her half. She looked up and only rolled her eyes we she realized it were me. I walked over to my side of the room and pulled out a few boxes from underneath my bed. I packed away most of clothes, shoes, and other things and when I had finished, Taylor was laying down on her bed, twirling her hair and flirting with whatever guy who was on the phone. I sat down on my bed, pulled my bag up next to me, and pulled out my homework that I needed to get done for the night. "Freaky Geek," my sister used her nickname she made up for me, "Can’t you do anything else but work?" "Yes." I muttered, focusing on the history book that lay in my lap. When I finished up my homework I pulled out a book to read while I waited for dinner. Taylor groaned from her bed and when I looked up at her, she was staring at me in disgust. "I really hope you aren’t in any of my classes in our new school." she spat. "Either do I." I muttered softly. Dinner that night was very dull like it always had been. Mom and Dad talked about their new job excitedly while Taylor played with her food. I ate quietly, thinking about how bad it’s going to be at the new school. I knew because I was smart, I was going to be ridiculed. I know that my sister would be the main cause of it. I also knew that I was going to be put into classes with older students because I was just that smart. "Camilla?" Mom waved a hand in front of my face, "Are you alright?" "Probably thinking of math problems." Taylor laughed at her own joke. "I’m fine Mom." I whispered. She didn’t question me any farther and I was thankful for it. When we were finally free to leave the table, I ran straight to my room and flopped down on my bed. I just wanted to get everything over with now. -A Week Later- Everything was packed up and was being brought to our new house in Huntington Beach. I silently cursed my parents on taking a job in California of all places. Taylor was happy about it, like she always was, while I didn’t even want to think about the sun, beach, and everything else about it. We all piled into the family car, which just happened to be a mini van, and we were on our way. Taylor was yet again chatting away on her cellphone while I stared out of the window. Please. Let this town be different from all the other ones. Let me have friends for once. The last actual friend that I had that wasn’t some sort of animal was all the way on the other side of the country in Maryland. We still talked on occasion and I really did miss her. But the chances of me actually seeing her were slim to none. We reached our new house by the next morning and my parents and Taylor were already anticipating on what it looked liked. We pulled into the drive way and they all had an ‘awe’ look upon their faces. What I saw was a big house with no character. The movers had already arrived, and they were busy moving all of our stuff inside. Mom went up to direct them, while Dad helped with some of the boxes. Taylor got out, slammed the door, and rushed inside of the house, almost knocking over one of the movers. When I walked inside, I immediately walked up the stairs and realized I didn’t have to share a room with my sister anymore. There were plently of rooms for me to choose from but the one that caught my eye was the one in the attic. Stairs led up to it and I realized the people before us used it as a room also. It was painted a pale green and already I loved it. Maybe living here wouldn’t be as bad as the other places we lived.
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