moving in

I groan as my poor tummy rumbles for the hundredth time. My mum and I have been packing up boxes for what seems like a century..... well, new city new life right?. A weary sigh escapes my lips.

"don't worry honey this will be the last time" she reassures. I slightly nod as I take a view of the front yard.

I'm Hazel, always the new girl. I've been in three schools for three years and I like it that way, no one ever has to know anything about me.

Ever since my dad died, mum has trouble fending for me and herself but at last a job came up..... I am happy about it though but this job keeps mum and I on a non-stop moving in and out of cities which has been going on for the past three years and she tells me this is the last one.... hah!. what she doesn't understand is that I'm all grown up to understand the situation.

Once we were done fixing everything in the house we sat for dinner.

" hazel dear we will be checking out your new school tomorrow, I've gone through the registration and it's finalized, you can start tomorrow". I keep munching on my food but my focus is outside. how long would we keep this up. I'm tired of always been so denied of both a life and freedom.

I take a bite of my food and swallow hard completely destroying my appetite. I stand up with plate and head to the kitchen. I place it on the sink, coming out my mum has a conflicted look on her face.

I hated moving.... I slam the door close... I can't blame my mum there's no one to blame. I head to the bathroom and take a quick shower before going to bed.