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[Nov. 25th, 2008|08:31 pm] |
I've lived in Kenosha, Wisconsin my entire life. 20 years, 6 months, 25 days, 25 minutes, and 7 seconds. Until today. Today, I was moving. Moving somewhere, far, far away where it never snowed or really rained for that matter. So of course moving day had to bring 4 fresh inches of snow to southeastern Wisconsin.
November 24, 2008
Los Angeles, California
64 degrees and sunny.
I sighed as I slammed my laptop closed as my mother glared at me from across the room. I was supposed to be packing, but instead I sat there staring at the screen of my computer and ignoring her. I placed my headphones in my ears and turned up the volume on my ipod full bast, rolling my eyes as I walked by my mom.
I didn't understand why we were moving in the first place, I didn't care if her stupid new husband "Paul" had gotten a job in Los Angeles. I was 20 years old, her life shouldn't depict how mine should run. But, of course it did. She has been in charge of me for the last 20 years, 6 months, 25 days, 27 minutes, and however many seconds. She just couldn't live without watching over me and didn't care if I was of legal age to move out.
I ran up the steps to my room, slamming the door as I went. I had hardly started packing yet, trying to avoid the inevitable. I pulled my yellow hoodie around my slender body as I took a seat on my unmade bed. My eyes moved to my window where the snow continued to fall. I laughed lightly as I saw my 2 year old neighbor Alexis and her 7 year old brother, Lucas playing in the snow. I would miss the snow I'd decided and the change of the weather that Wisconsin brought on a daily basis. My eyes wandered back to my walls, they were still covered with pieces of art I'd done throughout high school and my first years of college, pictures of my friends and I, at parties, at prom, on graduation day, and the finally to the long mirror that hung from the largest wall of my room.
I looked at my reflection taking it all in. My eyes were darker then normal and had large dark circles under them, from the lack of sleep I'd been getting. My hair fell messily around my shoulders in a faded red color that badly needed to be dyed. My clothes hung loosely from my body, a sign that I hadn't been eating right. I sighed again, pounding my fist into the side of the mirror, barely missing the glass. I didn't understand why I was so mad and why I'd been keeping it in for the last few weeks. I was usually so well aware of my feelings and always let them be shown to my family and friends. I walked back over to my bed, kicking off my Chuck Taylors and laying face down, buring my face in my pillow. I laid there for several minutes, breathing slowly in and out as my music blasted. My eyelids slowly grew heavier, until they finally gave in a closed.
My mind drifted into a deep sleep, dreaming of making snow angels and running away from an attack of snowballs. I was suddenly shaken awake. I slowly opened my eyes to a familiar face, a pair of dark green eyes, a friendly smirk, and perfectly tousled dirty blonde hair. I smiled as I began to sit up.
"How's it going sleepyhead?" He asked softly as I took my earphones out of my ears.
I plastered on a fake smile, "Great! I can't wait to get to LA and hit the beach!" I cried sarcastically.
He laughed lightly as he pulled me into a hug, "Not so great, huh?" He questioned as he stroked the back of my head.
I looked him in the eyes and shook my head, before laying it back on his chest, "I don't want to leave." I sighed softly.
He kissed my gently on the forehead, "I know you don't, but you have to. How's going to take care of your mom and Paul?" He questioned with a smirk.
I smacked him in the side and rolled my eyes, "She's 37 Drew, she can take care of herself."
He bit is lip with a laugh. I pushed him away slightly, trying to free myself from his embrace. It was just 2 days ago that he had broken up with me. We'd dated throughout the last few years of high school and even through my first years of college. It hurt for him to hold me like he used to, it hurt knowing that this was the last time I was going to see his deep green eyes and smell his familar smell.
I jumped up from the bed, moving towards the boxes that cluttered my floor, "I have a lot to do." I sighed as I focused on packing up my cds from a rack in the corner of my room. "Thanks for coming by." I added softly as I kept my eyes on the wall.
He came closer to me, I could feel his heat, his breath. "I'm sorry." He said simply before moving to the door. "Good luck in LA."
"UGHHH!" I screamed loudly as I through my cds into a box and began tearing down my pictures from the wall. I really didn't care anymore. The pictures were from my past, a past that I really didn't want to remember at the moment. I buried them under some pillows as I continued to throw my things into boxes.
2 hours later and my things were all packed. I watched as the movers took my bed and all my things to the large U-haul that was waiting outside. I trudged downstairs with a backpack holding a few books and my ipod.
"Ready I guess." I called out to my mom. She moved quickly over to me and put her arounds around my shoulders loosely.
"Everything is going to be fine, Annie." She said softly as rubbed my back. She let go a few seconds later and walked towards the door.
I stood there for a few seconds looking around the house I had lived my entire life. It was eerily quiet as I looked around and took it all in one last time. Finally, I walked towards the door, opening it and walking outside. I closed the door with a thud and walked to my mom's SUV. Without a word, I jumped into the backseat and slammed the door shut. I quickly put on my seatbelt and leaned my head against the door.
"Goodbye." I sighed softly as Paul backed out of the driveway and onto the street. The snow continued to fall as we made our to the expressway and a new life. I closed my eyes, wishing it was all a dream as Paul turned left leaving it all behind.
Quick Facts
Full Name: Christianna Elizabeth Torcasso
Nicknames: Christi, Anna, Annie (only by her mom)
Birthday: June 1, 1988
Says her parents couldn'd decide between the name Christi or Anna, so they created the name Christianna.
She's an only child.
Has 2 cats, Onyx and Boo, and 1 dog, Bailey.
Attended the University of Wisconsin Madison for 2 years before moving to LA. She was majoring in Pre-Med.
Dated Drew Thompson from her junior year in high school until 2 days before she moved. He said it would be too hard to have a long distance relationship.
Loves music and is constantly discovering new bands and putting new music on her ipod.
Loves to paint in her free time and is often seen doing it when she's stressed out. She says it calms her.
You'll always find a book in her purse or bag. She never goes anywhere without one.
Is addicted to Myspace and Facebook and goes on them at least 3 times a day (even more now that she got an Iphone).
Volunteered at an animal shelter in Kenosha and hopes to find one where she can volunteer in LA.
She's a huge fan of the shows, Gossip Girl and One Tree Hill. She never misses an episode.
She never really got to know her father, he died in a car accident when she was 2.
Her mom recently married, Paul, a financial advisor and the reason they're moving to LA.
Her mom and her are very close and she considers her one of her best friends.
Has a thing for rockers and is often seen at shows in her free time.
Loves candy and is constantly seen on a sugar high.
She's addicted to Starbucks and goes there on a daily basis for a skinny, non-fat vanilla latte.
Doesn't really believe in love, even though she's been in a relationship until recently for the last 4 years.
When she gets to LA, she hopes to get a tan. She's so pale, she'd rather get a tan then stand out as the "new girl."
Loves to sleep and you can see her sleeping during various weird times of the day.
Her favorite drink is water and that's pretty much all she drinks.
Loves cereal and could it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, everyday for the rest of her life.
Wants to travel and hopes she can do it with the one she loves in the future.
If she wasn't Pre-Med, she would want to be a teacher or vet.
Loves to sing, but can't keep a tune to save her life.
Wants to learn to play the guitar because she rocks so hard at Guitar Hero.
Is a tom-boy and hates to get dressed up.
She's obesessed with dying her hair and has gone every color from blonde to black.
Can't live without her Chuck Taylors and has at least 6 pairs of them.
Owns a yellow hoodie that she wears pretty much everyday. She says it's "comfortable." |
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