Torn Souls by crystal Cattabriga Page A

of my parents’ career choices as I got older. Nope, I wanted to be a columnist for a huge magazine. Something like Sarah Jessica Parker did in the movie Sex in the City .
     
    I was glad Dad kept his word shutting off the TV so we could get moving. It was just before eight when we finished moving almost every box into the living room. In total we stacked seventy three boxes against the wall. Mom still wasn’t home and I wasn’t about to wait up for her either. I wanted to take a quick shower and wash off my nasty sweat. Maybe do a little reading on my IPhone before bed.
     
    Once I had showered and changed into my old worn out t-shirt and shorts, I climbed under my covers and opened my Kindle app on my phone. I was sure glad Dad bought me this phone, because I was still able to read a book now, even though all my books had been packed. I didn’t have any particular book I wanted to read currently, so I searched for one on Amazon.
     
    While looking through all different genres, I came across a book called Scent of a White Rose by Tish Thawer. It sounded really good, so I downloaded it. When I was about fifty pages in, I realized it was eleven o’clock. I couldn’t believe how good the book was. I didn’t want to stop, but I knew tomorrow was the big day. The day I’d leave Ohio and head to New York to start a new life that I still wasn’t ready for, so I shut my phone off and went to sleep.
     
    The next morning, I woke up to Mom telling someone to take the couch first. I looked over and saw that it was seven in the morning, I wanted to just curl up and die, and but instead I forced myself out of bed. Not knowing for sure if Mom was talking to the movers or to Dad, I decided just to get dressed. I didn’t want to take the chance of going downstairs and have strange men staring at me.
     
    “No, turn the table to the left then slide it out the doorway,” I heard Mom commanding to someone. Gosh, I knew this was going to be an awful day just by the tone in her voice. I snuck past her and into the kitchen to get something to drink before she started commanding me to do something. When I noticed the box of donuts on the kitchen table, I knew she had been up for a while. She must have gone to the store really early.
     
    As I ripped the box open and reached in for a cinnamon doughnut, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It startled me causing my doughnut to drop on the floor. Yep, my day was only getting better, I thought.
     
    “Boy, someone’s jumpy today,” Dad said while picking up my doughnut from the kitchen floor.
     
    “Sort of, I guess. It’s just, Mom’s scaring me,” I said hoping he wouldn’t get mad at the comment I’d just made.
     
    “Yep, she’s scaring me too,” he said as he threw my dirty doughnut away and handed me a new one.
     
    “Do you think I have time to eat this before she comes looking for me?” I asked.
     
    “Sure, your mom’s too busy telling the movers how to do their job,” he said while laughing, but not loud enough for Mom to hear him.
     
    Once I was done eating, and finished up my milk, I greeted my mom with a smile on my face asking her what she wanted me to do. “Please grab the boxes from the living room and put them out on the front lawn. This way the movers can load up the truck faster. We need to get on the road within the next two hours,” she said.
     
    I knew all of the lifting and bending was going to kill me, not to even mention a long car ride. Dad said that driving from Ohio to New York was supposed to be an eight hour trip, but that wasn't counting for us having to stop for gas or food. Mom planned it where we would be in New York around the same time the movers were supposed to arrive at our new place.
     
    Once the last box and piece of furniture was on the truck, Mom said it was time to get on the road. I asked her if she wouldn’t mind if I went to my room one last time. Reminding me we were on a schedule she said, “Okay, but hurry. We really must