So here I am. A new bedroom, a new house, a new school a whole new life. I knew it would come to this eventually, but I thought it would be on my terms. Not hers.
Let me explain.
Only two months ago I was living at my Mum's house in the busy suburbs. I won't lie, I was miserable. My mother and I spent every waking minute fighting. There was always something that I was doing wrong. I guess a lot of teenagers feel that way, but my mum has a tendency to over-react to things. Mum and I were arguing because I didn't want to take the blueberry picking job that my grandfather had offered me (I'm not even kidding.) We both said some things that we shouldn't have said. Eventually (while I was sulking in my bedroom) my mum called my dad and told him to pick me up.
At first I thought it was only going to be for a visit, and I think she did too, but after the first time I spoke with her and she completely abused me over the phone, I wasn't so sure. She sent my stuff to my fathers house, and hour and a half away, it doesn't seem like far, but it's far enough that I'm in a whole new environment and have to start at a new school.
What makes matters worse is mum had organised a cruise before the argument and although mum has invited me, I don't think I will be going seeing as all she seems to be able to do is insult me, her own daughter. She seems to have forgotten that she sent me here.
So that brings me back to where I am today, in a make-shift bedroom on the first floor of my fathers house. It's not exactly what I'm used to but it's home. So there's a basic outline of the current complications my life has to offer.
Welcome to the New Life of a Teen Blogger!
