Life In A Suitcase

what a surprise…..mum has decided she hates being a artist so once again we are moving!

i really didn’t think we would be here for so little time its been a week and is the new record and what a waste of time going to school and making friends i shouldn’t have bothered. You know what i just thought of that song ‘Iv been everywhere man’ by a bogon Australian that sings it i think, well iv been to like half of those places!

 what made mum change her mind? well first was that her boss said something to her which made her really pissed of but she wouldn’t tell me what was said, I’m not a hundred percent sure that i want to know actually. the next thing was that when she walked into her room after finishing work early, she found Mrs C and Kelly in her room looking through all of her belongings. How can people be so rude and look through every little thing, i had felt i couldn’t do anything and now mum was feeling it too. the third was that mum hadn’t really been interested in the job anyway so all she could think of doing was moving AGAIN.

The past few days had been OK i guess, a few strange things going missing but they were just worth less stuff that i didn’t really care about anyway, like a piggy bank that one of my friends had giving me before i moved away I’d seen Kelly eyeing it up before but couldn’t be bothered starting something about it i was just going to leave it the next time i moved anyway. umm lets see what else happened, well um i cant really remember much that has been going on since when mum dropped the big not very surprising bomb. its funny though because Sarah had just asked me to join the netball team haha i am not a very sporty person but i just didn’t know how to say no, but no i have an excuse of moving again, i liked my friends here but it doesn’t matter there’s friends everywhere i guess.

i know a good thing about moving though, i wont have this stupid coloured room I’m sooooo over, i try to stay out of it as much as possible i feel sort of depressed in it, i don’t know why i hate the colour so much though, o well at least it wont b in my new house.

Mum said we’re moving the Gold Coast where shes going to work at Movie World, I’m just like oh cool I’ll get in for free. i think shes going to play a character of a movie that walks in the parade they have there and yea that will be something different, maybe i could get a job there and then not have to go to school, I’ll ask mum about that on our, 12 hour drive. i love driving but 12 hours is so long, and even though i don’t even have my licence mum still gets me drive, we have never been pulled over which is lucky to, i don’t think mum can really afford to pay a hefty fine, even thou it would be here fault for getting me to, but its not like she can drive the whole way there by her self.

I think i better get some sleep we’ll be packing everything up and starting the long drive to the Gold Coast, i wonder just how long this will last hopefully longer then a week.

This place as bad as i thought but I’d rather not being moving from town to town.  The 14 year old girl Kelly is a sort of stuck up, she gets what ever she wants when ever she wants. i saw her at school today and she just walked straight past me with her group of friends. i meet a few friends they seem nice but i wont get to friendly as i know we will probably be leaving in a few months. They told me that she is one of the snobbiest girls in the school. which is just great, everyone will probably think I’m just like her since we’re living together, but hey not like I really do care what they think of me,ill be gone by the time they realise I’m nothing like her. I just want to feel as though i belong to something, maybe i should do a after school activity but then again it’ll make it harder for me to leave if i do. i don’t know ill figure something out, maybe i could just move to a different state by my self and began a new life with out my mother telling me that we are moving again.

anyway mum seems to like her job, Mrs C (the lady we are living with) is going to give her lessons on how to paint properly. the thing is my mother isn’t a very creative person, hopefully she’ll see that and tell mum she has no real chance on being a great artist. Mum boss Mr Pearson came over for dinner last night, to introduce himself to mum and I. I thought it was just a waste of time because me and Kelly had to make dinner, i don’t see why we couldn’t have ordered something, but Mrs C said that it would be more proper if we make dinner ourselves and good old mum has to suggest me to make it, “your great at making spaghetti” she said smiling. Doesn’t mean i like making it though. Kelly thought she could get away with out doing anything, until i said that Kelly should help me since she doesn’t do much else, you should of seen her face, haha if looks could kill id be so dead right now. it was such a stupid idea for her to help, she was always getting in the road and doing the wrong things. the good thing though was that i made her clean up the mess, i think she only didn’t argue was because my mother was in the kitchen finding things like plates, knifes and forks stuff like that.

 So off i went to my little room down the back, i have no idea how all my stuff has gotten into this room its so tiny, and plus the walls are pink it looks like a babies room, maybe they will let me paint it i don’t know what to though and were not going to be here that long anyway but ill still try. i was lying on my bed wondering where we will move to next, hopefully will be someplace interesting. it felt like it had been 10 minutes but it had been 2 hours, my mother came rushing into my room and said that Mr Pearson will be coming soon and why wasn’t i dressed, i didn’t even know we had to get all dressed up its just a dinner at home. so i quickly got dressed in what i thought was good enough, Jeans and a nice clean shirt. Kelly had like a full on party dress with make up on nice shining jewelry i thought she looked funny until i saw her mother, i almost burst out laughing she looked hideous in her tight black dress and red heels, she just doesn’t have the body for that outfit. mum on the other hand was just wearing a black skirt and a nice white shirt, I’d wondered where she got it from. i thought maybe i should get changed into something nicer but decided against it because i really couldn’t be bothered, good thing too because Mr Pearson was wearing Jeans and a shirt which looked like he’d made it him self. i felt comfortable wearing my jeans and shirt now. I’d tell you what happened during the dinner, but truthfully i really don’t remember because it was so boring a almost fell as asleep in my spaghetti which everyone loved.

 well that’s enough of last night, let me tell you about today.

OK well i woke up to find Kelly sitting at the end of my bed looking through my pictures. so I got my pillow and waked her over the head with it which made her run out of my room pretty quickly i was proud of my self. i don’t want her going through my stuff, because she’ll find something she likes and will want to be my friend just so she can burrow it. Once I’d had a shower and gotten ready for school (the uniform isn’t to bad either differently not what I’d expected to to look like), Mrs C asked me to make Kelly’s lunch i don’t see why Kelly cant just make it her self but i did it anyway because I’m such a nice person, but instead of her normal salad sandwich id been told to make i got her a nice chocolatey nutella one, i don’t care if she allergic to it i wasn’t told that. i chucked it at her and left the house for my short walk to school while Kelly got a friend to pick her up, I’m not sitting in a car full of Kelly’s friends. i walked into the school and into the class room i was in next. that class was one of the dumbest classes id ever been in never again do i want to hear about who invented the IQ test, does any body really honestly care who did it, i sure didn’t and i could tell that half the class didn’t either because they were talking and throwing things around, funny stuff like that while the teacher was trying to explain the purpose for it being made. Lunch was good met up with my friends again and hung around with a few guys that were really funny. I was kinder sad to see the lunch time end and have to go back into class for another couple of hours. My friend Sarah gave me a left home since its just a few streets away from my place. I went straight to my room and did a little of my homework i just didn’t feel as if i could just turn on the TV and sit there for awhile because its not my house and i feel awkward just using there things with out asking. I wondered where Kelly was but that was just for a second or two.

I must have fallen asleep for a few hours because id been woken by Mrs C shaking me, it turns out that Kelly was missing. and evil thought came to my head like good maybe ill get her room, but then i thought about her being so young and what if she was my little sister. I didnt know what i could do though, i don’t know my way around this place and i didn’t remember any of her friends I’d seen her with. Mrs C was crying and mum was trying to comfort her with out much luck, i didn’t see any point in her crying because its not going to bring Kelly back. That was what id thought until Kelly comes happily walking into the house smiling her face off. She saw her mother and straight away assumed it was something i had done. Kelly had been with her friends place for dinner and had apparently told me that she was going there, Mrs C looked at me like as if i’d killed Kelly, i swear she hadnt told me anything, my mother didn’t even talk to me that whole night.

I feel so alone in this place, mothers always with Mrs C or Mr Pearson and Kelly is just a brat and id rather not hang around with her, and i just don’t want to get to close to my friends right now, even though they would be the best people to talk to, but i feel like they just don’t know me enough yet. This is the only place i feel like i can let my feelings out

I live with my mother and haven’t seen my father for a few years now. He left when i was 10 and that’s when my world came crumbling down, my mother started  wanting to move alot, when ever my mother finds a better job we move, but she never finds the right one, it drives me crazy how many times we have moved. When my father was living with us i can only remember moving once or twice and that was because we moved into a house with my grandparents on my mums side, they had never really liked my dad and so they were always trying to start fights among us im not sure why they didnt like him though, until one day when my dad had had enough and just left with out saying where he was going and he never said good bye i felt like he didnt love me and my mother anymore, it wasnt even our fault that he left. My mum was really hurt and knew it had something to do with the tension between her parents and husband. So the second time move was just me and my mum to get away from Perth where my grandparents live, mum and i haven’t spoken to them since we moved out.

 So here i am packing my room up again because mum wants to be a artist in the streets of Sydney city. Honestly i don’t think shes that greater painter but you know what ever, we’ll move again when she finally figures that out, might be in a couple of months you never know with mum, she goes through jobs like she goes through men. i swear she only changes jobs because she’s heard of a hot guy doing the same and thinks that he will fall for her, I’m not saying my mother is ugly and cant get a nice guy or anything because actually shes quite pretty but shes just so controlling, one of the recent guys she was with she wouldn’t let him go out with his friends to pubs or anything because she thought he would start chatting up some girls and and end up leaving her, and then she wonders why he dumps her, i mean hello loosen up mum, you all ready control my life do you really have to control his too.

So anyway back to packing my room up again. I’ve sort if lost track of how many times we’ve moved now it would be around the 15 mark i think and that’s just in 6 years, I’m so sick of having to start at a new school and make new friends when really i know i wont be here in a few months time and in a few years time i wont remember them and if i see them on the street will probably just walk straight  past them not remembering a thing about them. Maybe my mom will find a nice guy to settle down with, hahahaha yeah right, who would want to be living in a jail for the rest of there life. i don’t want to but she’s always giving me lectures about how other kids don’t see the what i see from moving around so much, after that first line i start to zone out and imagine growing up in one place where i had best friends and family around me. I’ve never really seen much of my family since we moved out of ma grandparents place, they sort of cut us out of the picture. I don’t blame them if you’d heard what my mother said to her parents you’d be shocked and wouldn’t ever want to talk to her again. Maybe my mother feels guilty about what she said to them, but i don’t know what goes through her head these days. 

 Ok, so right now im living in Darwin i’ve been here for about 4 months, i had started another new school and had just found a group of friends that were pretty cool but they weren’t what i would call great.  Mum was working for some strange guy that had offered her a job as a florist i didn’t understand why she was working there when she didnt even like flowers before we’d moved here, but then i saw how she was around him and figures she was trying to lure him into her controlling web. i thought it was funny that he wouldn’t even stand close to her all ways moving away from her when ever she was to close. He was married, he had a really nice gold band on his ring finger, i wonder if mum hadnt seen it or had seen it but didn’t really care, she stupid like that she would care if a rich guy with 10 wives came up to her, and asked her to marry him she probably would, since shes so desperate and all that. Once that man finally told her he was married and didnt want to give her the wrong idea, thats when she quit that job and once again those famous words of hers “I’ve found a new job, were moving” i’ve heard them so many times it not funny. 

So we are off to Sydney city, i have no idea where she gets the money to move to the city and really, i dont want to know either. She said we are going to live with another mother who has a daughter that is 14, “you two will be great friends” ha! yeah right for what like 5 months maybe, i bet she goes to a snobby school and has snobby friends and most likely have cute little ponies on her wall, enough to make me sick. I’ll be attending a rich snobby school and will have to be nice and presentable there. Mum will start her new job as a artist the Monday after we get there, the lady we are staying with also is a artist, she probably isnt that good either. i really wish i could just scream and throw a hissy fitevery time we move but i know that she probably wont listen to me anyway. I wonder how long we will stay in Sydney for, hmmm i gave 5, 6 months max.

Well tired and hungry, hopefully mum hasn’t packed everything in the kitchen away.

Next time you hear from me ill be in Sydney City trying to act like a rich preppy girl in a new snazzy uniform with piggy tails and a bag ful of book to brake my back with my new 14 year old ‘Best friend’.