"Why the fuck are we coming all the way over here again? We where perfectly fine in L.A. you know," I huff out as we step off of the plane after it landed in our new home of Chioggia, Italy. Both of my parents are in the military so we where constantly on the move but we've stayed in the military base of L.A. for almost 10 years so I don't know why we have to up and leave now.

After my mom makes up the shitty excuse of saying "We are moving here because your mama and I have to find ourselves a place to fight and L.A. was not the place for it but Italy is much better for it and it's not like we chose to come here honey," she says the last part while raising my chin which I then forcefully push back down. She let's me be and I shove my headphones into my ears and detangle the wire, making sure it doesn't coil up and create knots.

I follow my parents down the hallway and let my phone fall down the seemingly large pocket of my basketball shorts which act almost like baggy jeans. They are the quite opposite of my shirt though, a skin tight wife beater which I cut myself. I didn't have the time or care to put on a bra so my nipples are piercing the seemingly unsmooth surface of the tank top as I notice old men staring which I kindly flip them off with a fake smile.

It wasn't always like this though. I used to be happy, and love life back in L.A. with my mom and dad. But soon everything changed. My two parents seemed to slowly drift away and by my 13th birthday my dad was only a faint memory to me. A little while later though some one else came into my life and she wasn't so bad.

My mom never told me why she transitioned into liking women or if the reason they fought was because she did but it wasn't really that important to me. As we where getting all of our luggage I realize that I don't have my duffle bag. That duffle bag held everything I valued from my old home. Since we all had our stuff moved in crates the duffle was the only thing I brought with me. I examined the line of suitcases and carry on's in attempts of finding it but it wasn't there. "Shit," I mutter under my breath.

"I'm sorry but there isn't a black duffle bag anywhere," the lady at the reception desk says to my moms. "It's a black and royal blue duffle bag that has a middle finger graphic tag with my info on it. It has stickers all over the bottom you can't possibly miss it," I say to both the lady and my moms. "Well we checked and there isn't anything. Sorry," the lady says and I internally fume.

"Well I'm sorry sweetie but your bag isn't here. I'll give her all three of our numbers in case she finds it and one of us can't get to the phone," my mama says and I roll my eyes but nod and storm out of the room but gradually get slower as I want them not only to be in front of me but because there was something, more of a someone, that caught my eye. "Hey baby, come on and catch up with us," my mom says and I hurry along, not wanting to be left alone in this unknown territory.

"So this will be your new home!" the man that provided the transportation to our new "home" here says as we entered the small house. "Those are your neighbors and they actually seemed to be getting here about the same time as you have," he says and I let out an exaggerated yay.

I go to my room with the gray box that has my name on it and unpack the things I have in it; my clothes, sanitary items, things to that extent. I am going around my room, simply exploring and getting used to the area when my mama comes in without knocking.

"Hey could you go and say hey to your neighbors. I think that the boy is around your age and if you want we could invite them over to eat dinner with us if you both get along," she says and I groan as a response. "Do I have to go mama. I really just don't want to go through all that trouble!" I whine and she rolls her eyes and gives me a stern look. "Nope. Not again. Go to their house and be happy!" she raises her voice which makes me flinch. "Fine I'll fucking go but happy is NOT an emotion I'll go through," I say and let her exit and I slam the door behind her. We where fucking fine in L.A.

I knock on the door to my new neighbors house and soon enough a lady opens the door. "Hey sorry we didn't mean to be so loud, my wife just cut her thumb and she has a lot of PTSD from her battles. We won't e a disruption again," the lady says and I smile and nod and quickly say "No you guys weren't loud at all. I just moved here as well and my moms wanted me to make some new friends," I say and she nods and moves to the side so she could let me in.

I enter and wait for her to lock the door. "Would you like anything to eat or drink, and please make yourself welcome," she says and I sit down on the couch. "Fraser please come over here we have a guest!" she says and soon enough a blonde haired boy who seemed to bleach it because he had messy dark brown roots appears. He had the same cheetah print pants on as the boy that was at the airport. Now that I think about it he looks exactly like the boy that caught my attention, holy shit he is the boy at the airport.