Lost Tempest Queen

Quality Time

I finish my acceptance and reviewing my timetable for the four classes I started with. Now I need to review the dorm rules and start packing. I didn’t give myself much time to be as prepared as I normally would have. I was so happy for my diner job the last three years. I was able to pay my Jeeps insurance and cell phone up a few months.

At least until I can find a new job. I need to set up a new job as soon as I can so I would have expense money. I really did not want to have to ask my parents knowing my mom wasn’t happy about me moving away. I make a mental note to look online under zip recruiter or indeed. Again Va-Lara process my mind but I shoved the thought aside again.

I feel exhausted having spent the last two days doing paperwork and packing i’m supposed to move into the dorm next Tuesday because my first classes start on Thursday. My mom come home from her trip in a better mood. She’s smiling happy excitedly talking to me about dorm life. At first I’m shocked but I missed this part of us so we set off talking about boys, my classes, and then my dreaded birthday. I don’t misunderstand I couldn’t wait for my birthday I just didn’t want the stupid party.

My mom would call all her friends then my party turns into her formal event. Where I’m dressed like a princess and shown off like a prized show animal. All I really wanted was a quiet night with just mom dad and Braiden. My brother gets to miss this year we are dropping him off at the airport on Sunday to go back to school himself. Last year when he left for California to go to school I felt so alone only seeing him a few times a year is hard.

The closer it is to moving day the more anxious and excited I get. The days passing in a blur and before I knew it we were dropping Braiden off at the airport. With a kiss and a hug he promises to FaceTime me. See ya at Thanksgiving punk I tell him. I watch him leave feeling slightly hurt. Over the past few days have looked for job openings but have come up empty.

This would really suck if I couldn’t find a job. Remembering Va-Lara I pulled out my phone on the way home. I send her a message reminding her who I am and explaining that I would be there on Tuesday. I really don’t know what I expected but with her quick response asking 1 million questions that Definitely wasn’t it. I was grateful she asked if I would be working and she knew a few spots if I was interested.

After expressing that I was definitely interested we agreed to meet up on Wednesday around noon to have lunch. I lean back in my seat with a sigh, such awaits been lifted off of me. My dad noticing my exhaustion has a slight worried expression. Bug? Ya feeling alright? He asks. Ya dad just A bit tired been having strange dreams.

I see my mom’s face change in an instant she tried to cover it up it went from panic to nothing. Strange dreams huh? He asks. What are these dreams about? Mom asks also. Nothing really I’m just standing in the jungle as someone starts calling out, for someone called the tempest. Then it’s gone and I wake up feeling tired. My mom couldn’t hide her anxiety before I seen it. This time I wasn’t the only one to notice because dad looks rather confused.

After that there was an awkward silence till my dad sighs. Rylie how about we watch a movie together so you can relax. OK that sounds great…….. mom you gonna watch a movie with us too? No hun I have some work to do I will see you at dinner she says.

Once we get home me and dad lay on the couch and he starts flipping through the movies. He glances over and asked if there was anything in particular I wanted to watch. We can watch lion King I know you don’t like scary movies. He rolls his eyes as he laughs. I ended up falling asleep halfway through the movie, Mom woke me up when it was time for dinner but she acted weird the whole time.

The next day mom was back to normal, we went over some birthday party stuff and I start packing my Jeep for the long drive. Even though my parents would be going to the dorms to help me to get settled I would be driving myself. I love my Jeep way too much.My baby is a a 2019 electric teal Jeep Rubicon 4x4. Leather seats and a nice Boss sound system. I take pride in my Jeep because this was my biggest expense on my own so far. I had it painted the same color as my eyes. With my jeep busting at the seams it was time for dinner.

Me and dad chatted about safety and he had printed out a maintenance schedule for my jeep. Mom cleared her throat pulling mine and dad’s attention from our conversation to her. She had a small smile but her eyes didn’t reflect any joy. What time are we heading out in the morning? She asked. Well it is almost a 3 hour drive I think we should leave about 9 AM. I said. That way after we unpack we can grab some lunch before you guys need to head home. I say with a small smile, but unlike my mother’s mine was real.

That sounds like a good plan dad says as he looks at my moms now obvious scowl. I have had enough of her hating on my choices. Mom I don’t understand why you are so upset for me making good choices to help me to grow. I feel like you just can’t manage to be even a little bit happy for me. At this point I was so upset that I stormed out and headed upstairs to get ready for bed.

Even if she couldn’t manage to even pretend I was looking forward to my new start. Mom doesn’t bother to come and tell me sorry for her poor behavior instead I hear mom and dad arguing downstairs. I turn on some music to change them out and go to bed.