The Iceking's Obsession

Chapter One

Episode One

"Knock knock!"

"I know I'm running late." I yell back, applying a clear lipgloss on my lips, satisfied with the person that looked back at me. I was dressed in a cream top that hung low on one shoulder with a thin strap preventing it from dropping off coupled with deep blue jean shorts and boots that barely covered my shin.

My shirt was big enough and covered everything I wanted covered. I didn't want any undue attention on my first day but no matter how hard I try to hide...

"Jaaaane!"

"God! Mom, you'll scream the house down." I open the door and run down the stairs to see a prim and proper woman sitting by the kitchen table, sipping coffee like she wasn't just screaming the house down because she was in a hurry to get out. "Really? Mom?"

"You were taking forever so I decided to chill too."

"Right." I say and grab my keys.

"Wait. Why were you waiting for me? We're not taking the same ride are we?"

"Nope. I'd never ride with you. You sing while driving."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing. Just your voice." She replies and shrinks from the thought of me singing.

"I hate you." I say, packing my lunch and stuffing it in my bag.

"I love you too baby" Mom replies.

"Really mom. Let this be the last time we're moving. I don't know why we've moved twice this year and I know it's not because of your job. I've been understanding but this time, I don't want to change schools like this again. Please mom."

She looked like she was going to cry. Maybe I shouldn't have brought this up. I don't know what keeps scaring her off. We've been moving around too much lately and I wasn't a fool, something is definitely wrong. She even quit her job and still hasn't landed a permanent one till now. My room looks like no one's ever lived in it since we moved in on Friday. I'm afraid to set up the pictures and arrange my wardrobe because mom might come home drunk again and tell me to pack up and get my things in the trunk.

"No Jane. We won't move again." She assures me and bites her crimson red lips so hard I fear it'll bleed.

"Yeah. Thanks"

I push the door open and inhale the fresh air of this new area. I head over to my hand me down truck and hop in it. I run my hands through my hair and instantly regret not packing it. I run my hands through my hair when I'm nervous and my just finger raked hair doesn't look good. I reach for a band in my bag and pull my hair into a rough pony tail. Better. Now, I'm in a good place to start afresh. For the third time this year.