I packed the rest of my stuff away and waited in my empty room while my mom finished with my sister's room. I was reminising on the bedroom, my life here. A lot have things have happened in this house. A lot of things happened in my Dad's house. I was leaving everything behind. Just so she wouldn't be so alone.
My mom had given us the news of the move on October 7th, 2008. It was now the 21st of the same month and we were leaving today. In a few hours would the notorius cleaning. Mom was a freak when it came to everything being absolutely perfect.
I was assigned vaccuuming and the downstairs bathroom. I hated cleaning, but for her...I did the best I could. I had already let her down enough. Even if she didn't know anything that I dissapointed her with.
I called her in, making sure every surface was clean for inspection. "Okay...Lauren! This mirror is so dirty, can't you do anything right?" I flinched from the words and the strain of her voice that sliced through me. A lump formed in my throat, threatening tears, but I never let them escape in front of her.
"I don't see anything, Mom!" I argued, swallowing the lump in my throat.
"Look at these streaks!? Have I taught you nothing?" Her voice was full of stress. I wish I could say that the emotion she now was putting out was for the same thing. But it wasn't, she'd done this many times before. "Make sure these streaks are gone and then you can help your sister put her stuff in your father's truck. I got to smoke." I faced the mirror. I raised the paper towel and wiped the sqeaky mirror, erasing streak marks. I left the cleaning supplies there, and ran upstairs.
"Mom said you needed help?" I looked at Miranda who was texting away.
"I guess." Her eyes opened wide when she sighed. "I don't know why she just doesn't get Scott to do it." I went to her single box, lifted it up, and tilted it with my foot.
"Are you going to grab the other side?" I asked, waiting impatiently.
"Agh! Can't you see I'm freaking doing something!?"
"Texting? Miranda, get your lazy butt up and help me!" She did as she was told and we struggled with it down the stairs. We saw our dad drive up and we made our way outside.
"Hey Dad!" We both greeted, kissing his cheek as he stepped towards us. He picked the box up and loaded it on the bed of the truck.
"How are ya'll doing?" He asked.
"Good." We stated.
"Where's your Mom?" He looked behind us towards inside the house.
"She's smoking out back." I replied.
"Figures. Okay, let's get the other box of Jake's in the truck and then ya'll will probably be leaving, right?" He walked up to the house and liftlessly carried the box down the stairs and threw it into the bed.
We put my stuff in the back of my mom's pathfinder, and my mom thanked my dad as she came out to the front. "I think that's it!" She said preppily. My stepdad stepped out, leading the little boys to the car.
"Lauren, come over here sweetheart." I made my way to my dad, where he was standing by his truck. He took me into his arms and held me. To me, everything my parents did affectionatly was awkward to me, and I didn't like it.
As we said our goodbyes, my father had tears in his eyes. I didn't. I don't know if I loved my family as much as they did. To me, it was confusing. But I was still sad, I was leaving him and the whole rest of my family, and moving with my mom, stepdad Scott, Preston and Parker.
I stepped into the Pathfinder and started up the volume on the radio. But, as we pulled out, I didn't realize I was in for huge surprise.