Distant

"Hey!? Hannah. Honey. We are here!!"  Someone said, as the car came to a stop in my sub conscious and the street light shone into the truck. We had arrived at our new home at 7 in the evening. The planning went great for my parents but never for me it always had to be about them. I am not ungrateful or sort i mean, i was grateful the accepted me as their own much to my surprise when i had come out to them. Way to go mom and Dad!! But now i was not so sure about leaving Boston to another city for their sake. The moving kind of crippled most of my summer plans, and starting my senior year in another school wasn't one of them. I got a tap. Once, two times, the third one, i jerked up from my seat and opened my eyes, i was greeted with a motherly smile. Sometimes i wish the were genuine, my mom's smile. She said it was, but a part of me didn't want to believe it. The car door was jammed and the trunk was open as Dad lovingly pushed two two cartons for my reach. " Hey honey, what a nap you took back there" he smiled. I could feel  my drool on my lips. I smiled.  " It was a long journey though u can't blame me Dad" he chuckled. As Mom took some cartons with the keys to unlock the duplex that they brought. My new home. Hehehe* Now i took notice of it the house was actually, i don't know how to define it but i could say it looked like one of the Kardashian mansions so to say but which one in particular? My Mom exhaled more like a happy exhaling she looked around and--  "So baby how is it?!" She asked me. What was i supposed to say. It was unbelievably amazing. Words could not describe it but my face did, and she was satisfied with that expression while my Dad chuckled at it. I walked over to the stairs to explore more of my new fond home and it wasn't that bad you know. Maybe it should be one of the reasons why i will not get angry for moving out of the capital. At least here, i would be able to hear birds chirping and less of trucks passing by my window, it was a beautiful sight, though it was evening.  So yeah, as you would have guessed right. I am rich, or more likely to say, my parents are rich. My dad owned an ad company that was doing great. And my mom you know inherited pretty much from her parents that i never saw. They passed, but the never left me wanting though, thoughtful grand parents i had there. So this duplex was one of their many ones. It had a freaking swimming pool so duh! It was my favorite, though i hadn't been to the rest of the many properties the owned. I learnt  quite a lot from my parents while growing up, I didn't doubt that they were able to afford lots of sky-scrapers at a snap of a finger,  but they were also able to work their butts off for it. They were like this couple that even if they went on a money heist you won't be able to figure out they  had billions in their accounts. Yeah that's right. Billions!! They just lived normal. Except that Halia Moore was not normal.