I stared out at the beautiful scene scrolling past me, but there was no smile grazing my face as the car I was in ran across the viaduct. I didn't want this. I didn't want to leave this town for that city. A man had proffered my mom with a promotion that had us move out of our safe, little town and into a large, crowded city. I've read things about this city. Many murders had proliferated around the area. What's to stop those murderers from getting me now? I tried to argue this with my mom, but she was impervious. She said that I was obviating this fact, and that she didn't approve of my comportment.

I can't believe that I'm deviating from my normal life; the whole thing just felt unnatural. Why did she take this job? We were doing just fine before. I had to defer my birthday party just because of this; we couldn't even do it before we left! My heart dropped to my stomach as the thought came to me: what about my friends? We will be so far away from each other!

We hit a bump, causing me to wince as my head hit the car ceiling. This car was just too small. My mom says that when she starts getting paid more, we'll be able to get a new, bigger one, but I think I'd like to keep the old thing, even though the ants are definitely a problem. I sighed as I glanced over to her, tears brimming my eyes yet again. She says that we needed this opportunity, to start our lives back up after we left dad, but wasn't our life just fine before this change? Couldn't we have just lived with the trailer by a lake in a small town? I saw her confident face and made the inference that she didn't care. She thinks she's doing this family good by moving, but she's completely wrong.

I looked at the sign of the city we were entering, the worn down, spraypainted thing giving me no comfort as we sped by it. Soon, we will be at his house. The man I despise most in this world as he has done no good: my mom's boyfriend. I don't even know why she still claims to love him; he has hurt her in more ways than one and has tried to take me away along with it. They keep breaking up and making up, making me confused about what love really is. If love is what my mom and him are showing, then I want none of that, thank you very much! I tried to confer with her why she shouldn't be with him, but it's like she doesn't even listen. It's like she doesn't care about my opinions at all....

She says that I need to show deference to him, as if he was my own father. As if I'd ever think of him like that. This guy's purported love of my mom did not change my opinion of him any more than it was before.

I let out a large sigh as I see his house. My mom rolls her eyes as if I'm exaggerating all of this, and maybe I am. I still don't want to go. I just want my life back....