A moving truck is going down Route 66. Just plains on each side of the road. God I hate the open country. No offense to those people but I am a city girl and I hate anything country, including the music. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Noel Bakersfield. If your confused on this story, don't be. Everything will be explained. Just not now.
We were on our way to.....uh......well I'm not sure. "Mom. What city are we going to?" She blinked a couple of times, glanced at me, then answered. "Branson, Missouri; Honey." She said, wiping her eyes. It was just us in the truck. "You mean that one place wih the rides and all that cool stuff?" She sighed. "No, honey. It's a small town, on the other side of the state." "You mean a city that won't even be on a map?" She nodded. I know the radio music was on, the window was down with wind blowing in my face, but I swear I heard her mutter, "That's kind of the point." We rode the rest of the way in silence. After going down what seems like a billion exits, we arrive at a the edge of a town. That's all it was, a town. I saw one grocery store with a name I didn't recognize. A hunting shop, a gas station, a few other little stores. What I realized after a close look is that no two stores were the same. There was a video game store, flower shop, only one metal shop. This is unbelievable. I feel like I'm in Radiator Springs like in that Disney movie.
After going down a road called Western Street, we pulled up to what looks like one of the tallest buildings in the area. It was either a Motel or an apartment building. Take a quick guess. I wasn't complaining though. Not aloud, anyway.
OK I am not exactly Miss Muscles, and although my Mom is a hard working woman, neither is she. But apparently we didn't have to be. The residence of the apartment came out to help. They're really nice, but I still kept an eye on every single one. I noticed that there are a lot of teenagers living here. Yeah there were adults but it was mostly kids. Maybe its just coincidence.
We got done in barely two hours. I don't know how they did it. Still a bunch of boxes to sort and open up, but we were done. Mom couldn't stop thanking the other kids, and neither could I, to be honest. After that we flopped onto the couch. Needless to say but the apartment was small. There was a fairly big living room, the kitchen and dining room seem to merge into one. The bedroom was right across from the bathroom. There was a small closet in my room. Mom said I'll take the bedroom, since she wasn't going to need it that badly anyway. We sold our old couches and bought a couch that unfolds into a bed.
After a few minutes Mom said, "School starts Monday, hon. We still have the weekend to relax before I start my new job." I sighed. "I know Mom." We sat in silence for a minute. "This sucks. I won't be able to see you except on your days off. And even then I still have to go to school at three in the morning till two in the afternoon." I was exaggerating of course, but I have to get up at four or five, and be in my desk by 7:20. Apparently my new school is just down the street from here. I have to walk there. And it lets out at 1:50. Mom sighed and said, "I know, but this could be a new start for us. Especially with what happened with......." She was choking up. I remembered all too well. What HE did. The memory of it all fills me with heart ache. I'm sorry if I talk about it I'll explode. I went to my room to give mom some privacy. I laid down on my bed, not bothering changing my clothes. I just wanted to go to sleep.
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