Scarlett Jensen.

The sun outside peeked at me as the rays tickled my eyelids. The dreamland slowly bade farewell, and I opened my sea blue eyes. It took me a few seconds to adjust to the brightness. With a little enthusiasm, I checked my clock and frowned since it was already 8:30 in the morning.

There was no use to deny I needed to get up. My first steps took me to the bathroom to wash the sleepiness off my face and tame my dragon nest. It always baffled me how our comb won this battle every morning.

Once I was done, I headed down to the kitchen in my pajamas. Any leftover thoughts about the bed drove away by the unmistakable smell of morning coffee.

I hugged my mother and gave her one of my morning smiles and then picked up my mug of coffee. Opening the fridge, I took out the pancake batter with some chocolate syrup. I hummed the tune of the song 'Lost In Japan' by Shawn Mendes. I smiled to myself when my pancakes finally come in a perfect heart shape, I have been trying that for weeks.

"I'll be at the restaurant, call me if you need anything," my mom said, grabbing her breakfast and purse.

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you," I replied.

My life is not very smooth right now, it never was. I had a pretty messed up childhood. That's right, I also had drunk father problems. But my mom, being the superwoman she is got us out of it. But now, she worked ten hours in a restaurant nearby and half days during Sundays and holidays. We share a very special bond and I am really proud to call her as my mother.

I go to hell every day. Yup, that's right, I have to go to school. I tutor weak students after school and they pay me. The weaker they are the more money I earn. Today was a Sunday, which meant that I did not have to face all the confused adolescents and the angry teachers.

After mom comes home from work, she likes to whine about her day and, we usually watch our favorite show FRIENDS or catch up with a movie, horror mostly. So yeah, this is what it's like to be in the life of Scarlett Jensen. This is my story.

I was currently sitting near my desk, reading my psychology textbook, preparing for a surprise test. Our psychology teacher Mr.Smith is a nice guy, told us about the test beforehand. It actually beats the 'surprise' part but oh well.

While I was reading about psycho people who torture and kill people, I heard my main door open. My room is situated right opposite to the main door. So, if you open the door you will see a flight of staircase and the very first room is mine. It makes it very easy for me to hear any noise the main door makes.

I jerked from my bed and got near my bedroom door, again I could hear the main door close. As I have mentioned above my mom and I love to watch horror movies...so, I was always ready for a situation like this.

I took the baseball bat placed right next to the door and opened my room door as carefully I could, I stepped out of the room, ready to beat anyone black and blue coming in the way. I searched the area visible to me very carefully. Nothing, I saw nothing!

So, I proceeded forward. I took very light steps while descending the staircase. After reaching down, I scanned the living room. Nobody there too. I, then heard some commotion in the kitchen. Tightening my grip around the bat, I walked slowly towards the kitchen.

After I reached the kitchen door, I got down and crawled like a baby till I reach the island and then, I got up and I swung my bat, and it inches missed my mom.

Thank God! her reflexes still work great. It was maybe because she worked at a restaurant and had to be alert all the time and had to be swift.

"Mom!" I yelled as my heart skipped a beat. My hands holding the bat turned ice cold.

"I got a call from Stefan Hawkins." She replied, making her way to the living room and sitting on the sofa.

My house was not very big. After entering the house, a few steps ahead, to the right was the kitchen. And slight to the left was our small and cozy living room.

"The one that lives in Mayville? Why would he call you?" I asked, following her.

"Yes. Your grandfather passed away last night, his body was found this morning. I am so sorry honey." She started to cry, unable to control her tears, I put my arms around her to comfort her.

"What?" I whispered. Don't cry, Don't cry. I repeated my calm mantra. My mom was the bravest person I knew. I had to be strong for her. I could not imagine how difficult this new was to her. I mean, I certainly could not imagine my life without her. My grandfather was amazing. While everyone at his age was orthodox, he was open minded. He always inspired me in a lot of ways and was a major part of my childhood. I would definitely give him and my mom credit for my strength.

"We have to go to Mayville." She sniffled.

"For the funeral?" I asked, rubbing her back gently

"No hon, we are shifting there. I mean grandpa's house will be empty and I have a lot of memories over there. I mean it was my childhood home! I don't want it to be empty to rot. Plus, out lives would be a whole lot easier." Her eyes were still teary.

Honestly, I did not want to move. I had friends here, we were settled. Moving would mean starting a whole new life. But right now she needed this. If she said that our lives would be easier there, I trusted her and this was also another way for showing that I still had emotions and had not turned stone cold.

With my so called "childhood problems," I never really showed a lot of emotions. It got my mom worried about me. She thinks that a person should always show emotions, even if they are negative. So, I always dropped mild hints to let her know that I still had my emotions.

"I understand. I'll go to my room and pack my bags. Are you going to be okay?" I asked before leaving her alone.

"Yeah. By the way, we are leaving after five days. I will have to complete some important paper work since we won't be coming back." She said, getting up and going to the kitchen again.

I went to my room and texted all of my friends about me leaving the city. Most of them reply right away. It was a hard time fitting in but I had their support all the way. We decided not to meet because I would get all emotional and I don't like getting emotional.

After talking with my friends on the phone, I went downstairs to see if my mom needed any help with the dinner. I didn't find her in the kitchen but instead she was sitting in the living room, watching a movie.

I went next to her and gave her a reassuring squeeze. She smiled at me and paused the tape of grandpa she was watching.

"Remember that summer vacation when your grandpa taught you how to ride a bike?" She asked.

"I do. I'll miss him a lot." I replied in a soft voice.

"Yeah, me too." She whimpered. We sat there in silence, not eating anything for a few hours before having some cereal and going to bed.

The next three days were very hectic. We went to the school and did a long procedure. Wow! dropping out of school is not easy. Then mom went to do some paperwork about the house, while I packed our bags.

Finally it was the day we were leaving. Our neighbors came to bid us farewell. I kept a polite smile throughout the emotional moment.

We took a cab and went to the station. We waited for our train for sometime. I was looking around and sinking every last memory of this city. We boarded the train and as it started, I murmured to myself,

Goodbye city and hello Mayville!

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