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And Just Like That...

    And just like that my entire world was turned upside down. All that is comfort and stability to me ripped away. And not by some evil villain placed in this story, but by that of my own father. Greed, one of the seven deadly sins, to me is one to hold most of the power in today's society. With saying that my own father is a secretive addict to the high that money brings. And with one phone call from his firm letting him know he had made partner and will be taking over the Seattle office, we were on a plane flying 800 miles across the country to start our new lives. 

    Do not get me wrong I am happy for my father's success, but is it selfish to hold some resentment to have to uproot my entire life the summer before senior year? The only pro to this move is the internship my father arranged for me to assist one of the best publishing companies around in my opinion. I will not be J.K. Rowling but I will get to at least be in the same atmosphere as some of the best selling authors in the country. Hyde's Publishing though small time in the name is one of the top publishing firms and to have them publish something of yours would be a gift from god. The man who started the company a Jack Hyde is a complete recluse. He has a publicist who attends any book signings, or speaking events. To be honest I have no idea at all what he even looks like. All I am aware of and care about is getting my foot in the door of Hyde's anyway that I can. It is the one ray of light I get to seize in this era of darkness in my life.

    I guess the next thing to do would be to introduce myself, my name is Annabelle Christianson. I am 18 years of age. I have breast length black hair, and as my grandmother would say emerald green eyes. I am no taller than a fence post standing at a whopping 5'5 and thanks to my love for running I weigh 105 pounds, and to top it off my skin is that of porcelain. I am an only child and have a widowed father. My mother passed away when I was 4 years old. I do not remember her much, just that she always smelled of fresh roses and cinnamon. And any memory I have of her she was always smiling and was absolutely stunning. Cancer was the culprit who stole my mother's life. Such an ugly disease. It can take the strongest person in the world and turn them into nothing but a weak shell. And then just turn them into nothing. Death in my experience is not at all a beautiful thing.

    We landed in Seattle airport 20 minutes ago. Me and my father are now waiting for our luggage to come around the bin. The rest of our lives that we were able to pack up will be delivered by the moving company sometime in the next week. I see my suitcase start to make its way towards me on the conveyor belt. I pick it up and wait as my father reaches for his. "Alright kiddo are you ready to head to our new home?" he says looking at me with exhausted yet excited eyes. One thing you should know is me and my father are best friends. I try to find a rainbow at the end of every storm and the one colorful bit of positive that came from losing my mother was how close it welded me and my father together. Getting this promotion has been a career for my father since his Harvard days and the one thing I am not capable of is putting any sadness into his heart so with my best actress smile I look my father in the eyes and say "I absolutely cannot wait daddy."

    I am not sure if he was to tired to address it or if I am just that good at acting but with my answer he simply smiles and nods in the direction of the exit of the air port. I follow him through the thickets of people. To a black Tahoe parked in front. "Good evening Mr. Christianson, I am Joseph and I will be driving you to your home." Joseph was an older man, maybe in his early forties. He was about six feet tall rocking a beer belly. And had a head that of Mr. Clean. No hair in sight. He wore the standard black tux, and with a gracious smile opened the back door of the vehicle ushering us to get inside, then loaded our luggage into the trunk. "Hope your flight was comfortable for you, I was told you both traveled a long ways?" asked Joseph as he pulled out into the bustling city traffic. "Our flight was fine, thank you we are just tired from being on a plane for so long." answered my father while yawning mid word. I am not sure how long we were in the vehicle. I passed out ten minutes into the car ride. I was awaken by my father's gentle whisper. "Anna darling wake up we have arrived." I opened eyes and looked out my window. I could not see much for it was dark, but once we got up to the porch I realized now that my new home was added to the pros list of this move.

    My father purchased a quaint two story brick house on the out skirts of town. My room was on the second floor. My room included cherry hardwood floors and a gorgeous fire place. My room is not much to speak on now for my bed is an air mattress and my closet is my luggage bag of clothes until the moving truck arrives with the rest of our belongings. We ordered some take out I guess on our way home and me and my father had a glorious Mr. Wang's feast atop a luxurious cardboard box table while comfortably sitting on chair cushions in front of a warm roasting fire. I have not laughed this hard in a very long time. After I stuffed my gob to the point of risking exploding from the inside out I had to get ready for bed. My father let me know that I have orientation at my internship tomorrow at 8 A.M. sharp. I am beyond excited I do not think I even stopped to chew my food during dinner. After I hopped in the shower set my alarm and dove into my air mattress. I was so tired from the flight that drifting off to sleep was as easy as chewing. But the excitement of what tomorrow held was a tough contender to getting to sleep.