Our So Called Lives
Courtney’s P.O.V.
My life is shit. Everything in my life at this moment is shit. I am forced to leave my home, my friends, my entire life in San Diego for a pointless and meaningless life in Huntington Beach.
I slouch farther in my seat and stare at my dad through the corner of my eye. The poor man had suffered so much within the past three months. His face was strained to try and look happy as we left our home for the new place he bought in Huntington; a place entirely than the one we used to live in.
"Dad?" I asked tentatively. "How long until we get there?"
He blinked and gave me a quick glance, "Oh it shouldn't be too long now; maybe twenty minutes. Are you excited? Trust me, Courtney, when you see this place you are going to forget everything back in San Diego."
I gave a smile to please him, "Okay Dad."
His eyes diverted back to the road and we continued our drive. Three months ago my parents had got a divorce; we found out that my mom was having an affair with some rich guy, whose name I don't care to remember. Moving on, the rich bastard proposed to my mom and she heartlessly told my father her happy news.
My dad nearly had an emotional break down when she handed him the divorce papers. She looked over at me and told me that I would be living with my father, her new hubby didn't want to be burdened with my presence.
Then she left. No goodbye, no I love you, and no I'm sorry. She left our lives without a care for what it did to us. I'm not sad; I've learned to accept that she no longer loves us.
I just hate seeing her torturing my dad. I hate seeing him runaway from the life that they had together; I hate it.
I hate it.
I hate it.
I hate her.
My dad let out a joyous laugh and I turn my attention the scene in front of us. We drove past a sign that announced where we were, our new home, our new life.
Welcome to Huntington Beach
