Chapter 2: The month before

“Crystal I still don’t see why you want to go and live in Santa Monica with your mother,” my dad said as we drove to the Phoenix, Arizona Airport.

            “I just feel trapped. And to be honest I hate moving so much. I just feel that if I live with mom I won’t have to move anymore.”

            “We won’t be moving for awhile Crystal. I think this one might be the one.”

            “Hmmm I’m sorry but didn’t you say that about all the others?”

            “But this time really is different.”

            “Dad it’s never different with you. It’s always the same game. You get hitched then we move. And at least with mom I won’t be moving around every few weeks or months.”

            “But Crystal you don’t even like the heat or the sun.”

            ‘Its just as hot here as it is there. Except there is shade and trees and I could always just stay in if I feel the need.”

            “Fine whatever will make you happy.”

            “I haven’t seen mom since I was six. And Justin and Jay leave soon and I want to see them before it’s too late.”

            “You know if you didn’t wear all that crap you could see Justin all the time.”

            “Wow dad just because we are twins doesn’t mean jack.”

            I simply ended the conversation by putting my headphones in my ears. What a dumb comment. But I really do miss my brothers. God only knows why though. I think Jay is seventeen and Justin is well sixteen.

            All I know about them is that Jay is a total nerd and is going to some fancy collage. Then Justin is playing any end every sport possible.

            I saw the sign that read Welcome to Phoenix Airport. Normally I wait for the car to stop all the way before opening the door. But I needed out of the car so I waited until he started to slow down. I ran to the back and grabbed my bags. I ran inside without saying goodbye. I turned my cell phone off. I watched all the “normal” people do their thing.

            Normal. That’s a word I definitely don’t like. It’s a label. It’s like saying something is normal. But no one or nothing is normal.

            I watched the looks I got. Some one said she must be an epic disappointment to her parents.

            Epic. A word I could marry. I use is all the time. It’s a definite favorite

            I heard my plane number call. I boarded.