Make Me Better

I looked up at the new house. Dad smiled at me. We were back to Jersey...again.
Dad thought coming back would be better for me. I wasn't quite fond of coming back to Jersey. I was starting to get used to England. It was fun.

Drugs, parties, drinking and a boyfriend who introduced me to all that crap.

"I hope you better yourself." Mom said to me as dad walked into the empty house. I scoffed

"Me? You need to take your own advice.." I rolled my eyes. If there was one reason that I was happy to come back to Jersey it was because of my mom. Little miss perfect ran off and had an affair with some married man. She was lucky, I didn't go off and tell Dad right away. At least she couldn't see her 'lover' here. She glared at me.
I barely talked to my mom. Recently, all she talks about is about how she's lonely. It's annoying. If you don't want to be with dad then just get a divorce don't go cheat on him.

"The house is nice." Dad said while we all sat on the floor and ate pizza.
I looked away from him. Mom looked nervous.
"I'm glad your doing better Olive." Dad smiled. I smiled back.
It's one thing to party and do stupid things but it's a whole another level when you're dad finds out what you do at those parties. Dad went ballistic when he found out. He caught me one night after I came from a party. I don't really remember what happened. I was much too high to remember. Long story short my dad taking me away from England would stop my rebellion.

"Yeah...I promise I'll stay this way." I nodded.
Dad grinned.
"That's my girl." He laughed. Mom was quiet.
"Lena? Are you OK?" He asked. I frowned at her. "Yeah, Just tired from the plane." She smiled.
"So,Olive you go to school is two days. Are you nervous? Dad asked.

"No, dad. I already know people. I went to the school before, remember?" I asked.
"Oh yeah." He laughed.
I was looking forward to seeing my old friends.