"Come on, Zeke, we're going to be late!" My mum called from the kitchen.

"I'll be out in a few, I only have a couple things left to pack." I spoke. I don't really care if she heard me or not, so I don't know why I even bothered to say anything in the first place. I sighed and threw another shirt into the black suitcase. I don't want to move. It's stupid. This whole bloody idea makes me sick. It's like when you're listening to your music and the earbuds come out of your computer or iPod, that stomach dropping, oh shit feeling. Even my best friend Ray thinks it's dumb. He offered for me to stay in his flat, since he's 18 and lives on his own, but mum insisted  go to America with her. Sighing, I take the band posters off the wall without even thinking. My mum tapped on my door, scaring me.

"Are we ready?" She asked. I looked around at the pale, empty room.

"I suppose," I sigh. I grabbed my computer and put it on top of my suitcase, then zipped the suitcase up.

"Let me take that." My mum motioned for my MacBook Pro.

"Don't worry, I've got it." I assure her and pick up my guitar case, swinging the strap over my right shoulder. I tucked the MacBook under my left arm and used my free hand to grab my suitcase. The handle slid up and before I knew it, we were in the car. Mum put the keys in the ignition and looked at me.

"This is going to be good for us, Zether" She assured me.

"Mum, please don't call me that." I grumbled, sliding a black earbud into my ear. I picked up my phone, only for it to vibrate. Ray texted me.

Princess:

Are you guys leaving yet? Your flight leaves in an hour.

Me:

Yes, Princess. Don't get your knickers in a twist.

I giggled and sent the message, then slid my thumb down on the screen and turned on "Drown" by Bring Me the Horizon.

Princess:

Is my name Princess again? Seriously?

Me:

mmmmmmaybe

Princess:

This isn't funny, Zether. Change it.

Me:

Whatever you say. Just don't call me that.

My Bitch:

Thank you. I have to go though. My duvet is calling me.

Me:

Bye ass

My Bitch:

Whatever.

"-When we get there." My mom finished.

"Hmmph." I replied. Whatever. It seemed appropriate, since I had no clue what she said and I couldn't possibly be bothered to ask.

"Oh great! Susan will be delighted to hear that." My eyes widened.

"Susan? As in aunt Susan?" I spoke a little too soon.

"Well yes, that is what I said. But if you're going to be there for a month you shouldn't un-pack when we get to the house. It would be best to keep everything in one place when you go to her place. Oh, did I tell you? She moved into this cute little flat by-" I can't believe I agreed to this. 'Aunt Susan' was the most American, most... just UGGH. She's such a hillbilly it's painful. I really should start thinking before I speak. I groaned and turned my music up. A whole month at her place? I'm gonna die. Slowly, I put my head against the window and fell asleep.