Sandra's laughter echoed continuously in my head as she pointed her fingers at me whispering something to Trey, I couldn't hear even if I tried straining my ears and she bit his ears afterwards in a romantic way making me feel so jealous. They both laughed so hard like they're mocking me; Miley was some feet away sitting on the beach chair with a colored umbrella over her as she sipped her strawberry flavored drink - my favorite too, her toned leg stretched out not to leave out her dark glasses making her look like a secret agent; she wasn't laughing, but I was certain there was an evil smirk on her face.
The waves, going back and forth, I wished I had the courage to jump into the water and never be seen again. Seems I'm just scared of everything, scared to fight for my boyfriend whom I had thought loved me dearly, slapping Sandy across the face might have relieved me of this hurt or questioning Miley might have made me understand where I went wrong - or did I go wrong? I was scared of everything, maybe of my own parents too. I stared longingly at the water, I felt so drawn to it, I took a step forward and the sudden urge to dive in overpowered me, there was no thoughts of fear but of freedom; freedom from this pain and maybe for myself. I was about jumping in when I heard a loud knock on the door waking me from the not so perfect Dreamland.
The rays from my window penetrated directly into my eyes when I tried opening them, "cuss you, sleep snatcher!; I rolled from one end of my king-sized bed to the other, the thud at the door was getting louder, reluctantly, I got my butt off the bed, put my feet into my pink colored flip flop, hurriedly wrap myself in my bathroom robe perfectly hanged in front of my wardrobe like it was made for a celebrity, and went to the living room, just as I had left them, my mum and dad still asleep on the sofa, hitting my hand over my face, "damn them!
I opened up the door in annoyance ready to lash out at whoever was behind it.

"You better watch out
You better don't cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Clause is coming to town
He know when you are sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake
So, you better watch out
You better don't cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Clause is coming to town.

Words can't express how I feel right now, in my presence is a bunch of 5 and 6 years old singing beautifully in my front porch, all wearing red sweaters with a Christmas tree printed perfectly on it. I couldn't help but gape, their voices sounded so heavenly and their cute smiles, so divine making me forget about the dream I had. The girl at the front held firmly in her hand a little basket of sweets like she's afraid it will fall and scatter on the ground, she came closer towards me I had to Squat in order to come face to face with her, there were freckles scattered all over her nose but still making her look cute she offered me two sweets with that smile still on her face, she pulled back her very long blonde hair to the back of her ear and asked me with that innocent voice of hers making me wish I had not cuss earlier "shall we sing you another Christmas song and you join us?, I couldn't resist her sweet little offer as I nodded my head like a deprived child; huddling together once again they sang Jingle bells, and I joined them to sing along their little Carol song. A tap on my shoulder brought me out of my Christmas spirit, my parents stood behind me, smiling like everything is cool with us. My dad dipping his hands into his wallet, he brought out new notes and dropped it into their little basket, the Children, all smiling, uttered thanks from their mouths, my dad waved them off and the porch was as quiet as a mortuary.
I stared at parents, my hands tightly hugging my bathrobe to my chest. My mum came closer in an attempt to hug me, all I did was step back and stared at her. It's Christmas and I'm not ready to battle with words, all my dad said was "get ready, the car will be ready in 30 minutes". He walked back into the house pulling my mother along. I was once again left alone, silence enveloped my surroundings I really wished my mum had forced me to hug her, I sure needed one that moment.

I packed up all my clothes and shoes into the big boxes provided trying to put positive thoughts in my head, I ended up failing, even the carol songs couldn't wipe the dream I had earlier from my head. The clock stared at me leaving with riddles to decide when we will depart, dad had earlier called the moving company to help us with the packing, just then, my mum's head popped in through my partially closed door.
Giving me that puppy look, she asked "Can I come in?". I couldn't refuse, I actually miss her, all the lonely nights I had cried my eyes out till dawn, my head perched perfectly on my pillow, I wish she was here to fill up the large spaces my friends left, to hug me more than my boyfriend ever did; I wished both my parents were here, but it all ends up being a wish and nothing more, I pray Santa grants my wishes this time. I nodded and she rushed in and pulled me in for a big hug, drawing the scent off my hair as always and kissing me all over my face; I know mama loves me but the nature of her job deprived me of that love. I couldn't help but laugh, there were tears at the edge of her eyes and I knew she missed me more than I do. I remembered when I was 10, then she hadn't joined dad in the business, she was a Netflix diehard fan, dragging me to her room, we would cuddle up on her bed with my favorite large yellow bowl filled to the brim with popcorns and watch movies till either of us falls asleep, there was a time I had begged her to allow us watch a horror movie, all I remembered was popcorns flying all over the bed as the scary scenes were shown. Good times. I also remembered when she would show up at my school with my lunch box that I always try so hard not to forget. I want all those good memories back, it's still a wish, one that may never come true. I wondered if she still watches Netflix. As she smiled at me, she told me the men were around and ready to pack the boxes, the she left. I carried the ones I could; stopping at door, I stared back at my room taking every part of it in one view, I smiled and closed the door, and I hope all the bad memories were also closed alongside the door.

Before getting into the car, I stared long enough at my house, long enough to invite tears; my once best friends never came to apologize or wish me goodbye I hope I never see them again. I entered the car and shut the door with a loud bang, I would forget all the memories except that of the carol kids. They had given me a present. A Christmas Morning Smile.

I slept off when I got into the car, all I remembered was passing by Mr. Reynold's coffee shop, also sighting the little Carol kids singing to the people who sat round the little coffee table. I'm going to miss Mr. Reynold's coffee, at least it warms up my heart after every sip, the taste, making one fall in love. Addiction should be the​ perfect word for such a wonderful cup of coffee. "Coffee made with love always warms the heart", that was Mr. Reynold's everyday rants and now it's mine.
Opening my eyes to another building, my parents were outside ordering the men to take the boxes in, all I did was go upstairs and looked for a comfortable room, I collapsed on the bed and sleep resumed its duty.

Gasping for breath, I woke up to my new bed, more comfortable than the old one, brown boxes ambushed my room, claiming every quarter; squinting my eyes I tried looking at the window, damn the sun rays again, just like my old room I have to change room.

Moving into a new house was a cooperated plan amongst my parents. They felt i'm going to be safer in a neighborhood filled with more friendly people who have families and people I can hang out with rather than living at a mountain top at Vale town with wolves in sheep clothing. They think.

Well the house isn't bad, I sat in my room looking through the window with my sun glasses on, beholding the beautiful sight in front of me. It's been a week since we, no i, moved in, a very lonely week.

There is a lane dividing the houses into left and right respectively, tall trees in front of every house and cars parked in front of every garage.
It's still very early in the morning, everyone seems to be around, everyone except my parents. As soon as we moved in, my parents came into my room, wished me goodbye and left with pecks on my soft cheek and lots of money on the dining table. As usual.
I wish my parents could stop this family business of theirs and try to create some family time.
I'm going to be 18 in months time. I smiled to myself, there's a lot of advantages to being eighteen, the fun of learning how to drive and having a car all to yourself, maybe go clubbing and having some vodka Urgh! I don't drink though.

"Only God knows the next time I'm going to see them" I sighed, I miss my family, most especially my mum, I wish I could tell her everything running through my small head and my big mind. Smiles "This place seems nice though", I said aloud hoping someone would hear me, which I knew wasn't possible. I was just home alone and that's how it will be for a long time. I guess.
I could see little kids riding their bicycles cycling off to school with their helmets on, even the young mail man joined the kids in the early morning ride while he dropped mails in every mail box."
Then, he stopped right in front of my house, I was, should I say shocked?; who else would want to send a mail to either my parents or I. I have no friends now and if it's Miley, I swear I'm going back to vale town and I'm ripping off her brunette curly hair. I ran my hand down my wavy blonde hair as I jiggled down the stairs, then walked straight to the door.
"Hey, Good morning, I said smiling nervously at the mail man, any mail for me? I asked standing on my toes, hand in my back pocket.
"Hey Stephanie, how was your first week in Greenville?" He asked me with a wide smile painted on his face, I was so shocked, I didn't know when I blurted out those 6 words.
"How did you know my name?"

I was very surprised, it's only been a week since we moved in, a week since I left my former home and school, a week since I haven't stepped out of this goddamn house, I thought to myself with a weird expression written all over my face.

He began, by explaining how my parents had come a week before and went visiting round the neighborhood and how they talked a lot about me... blah blah blah. I watched him moved his lips in perfect sync.
"Ohhh! was all I could manage to say, with a forced smile. Ohh and here's a mail from your parents, it seems they will be writing more often than calling", he said, and he placed the brown envelope on my hand.
"Why can't they just call?, I thought to myself, its a lot easier. I thought of who might have insinuated this idea. Of course it has to be mum, she loves being old school. I rolled my eyes to this thought.
"See you some other time Steph dear", he said as he cycled to the next house with a smile on his face.
"See you soon", I said with a faint voice, but I bet he didn't hear.