Emma POV:
Emma Phoebe a name that sort of haunts me in my dreams of ever being born my life has been a series of constant movements, each place a fleeting memory as her family chased her father's ever-evolving job opportunities. As I got used to my father doing work all the time and moving from place to place, I learned to adapt quickly, leaving behind friends, schools, and the familiarity of a settled life in one place.
From her early childhood, my mother was a strict disciplinarian or what I like to call her in my own mind ''A strict Psycho'', her rules have been providing a semblance of stability but in the midst of constant curfews and not being able to go to a friend's house nor even stay afterschool it's too much for me to handle .Though loving, my mother's strict nature made it difficult for me to form lasting connections or delve into the typical joys of childhood and my mother made it hard for me to even have a mother-daughter relationship I'm even scared when she gets upset or I do something wrong even in the simplest thing.
The nature of our ''lifestyle'' left little room for friendships or the comfort of a stable environment in one place. My Dad, a dedicated professional at his job which I think personally he is married to his work, as he was often on the move, responding to job offers that took our family to different cities and countries. As a result, I became accustomed to being the "new girl" at school, and navigating the challenges of fitting in and making friends was difficult as it is as it was like ''Hey I'm Emma nice to meet you I want to be your friend and all but I'll leave in a month due to my dad's job'' yeah right like I'm gonna say all that every time.
But despite my outgoing nature, the constant relocations took a toll on my ability to even establish meaningful connections so I was the ''shy girl'' which people called me at school. But now everything changed when my dad received another job offer that led our family to New Orleans. This time, however, the move seemed to carry a sense of excitement and not The '' Moving Family Routine'' . I've heard from dad about the city's rich history and vibrant culture and for the first time promised an extended stay for the whole year so I can finally finish one year of high school for the first time... hooray ,but honestly it at least gives me the chance to experience a full year of high school and finish a year of my sophomore year and perhaps find a sense of belonging for once. As our family made it to New Orleans, my Dad's job required him to spend more time in the city even at night more often. But the prospect of stability and a more rooted existence excited me, and I looked forward to the possibility of forming lasting friendships or possibly Romance as I know I want to experience that at least once in my life or I would probably be locked in my house all my life with my psycho mother.
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As our new home, a charming Victorian-style house with a hint of Southern charm, stood as a symbol of stability, and at least didn't have the mark of soon to be abandoned in a month mark in it well in my perspective. As I explored the creaking wooden floors and marveled at the grandeur of each room, For the first time I felt a newfound excitement. This wasn't just another stop on my dad's take a job opportunity ; it was a chance to create a home. my mother, an expert in interior design and a skilled DIY enthusiast, immediately began envisioning ways to transform their new dwelling into a haven. Which also kind of creeped me out to see her so happy and she's even smiling for god sake! My mother decided to involve me in the renovation process, seeing it as an opportunity for bonding and passing down valuable skills not like she hasn't been since I was a kid. I designed my room by myself as i have my own personal taste. Armed with paint swatches, fabric samples, and a creative vision, I set out to transform the space into a reflection of my own personality.
Drawing on the skills she had learned from her mother over the years, I became an active in the renovation. As have a keen eye for color coordination and while my mother as an innate ability to visualize the potential of each piece of furniture and the color coordination so both basically. The walls, once bare, now boasted a soft palette that exuded warmth and comfort. Emma's artistic flair came alive as she experimented with various décor elements, infusing the room with a blend of modernity and vintage charm but I also painted the walls of my room Pink but it does have nice and soft bed and new curtains and a lamp. As me and my mother worked side by side on the other rooms, my mother shared not only design tips but also the importance of creating a space that felt like a sanctuary—a place where things can be hidden from one eye which confused me but ignored it.
In the end, my room became a testament to the skills passed down from my mother aka ''torture of being yelled at'' and a reflection of my own evolving sense of style. Little did she know that this newfound stability and the creative skills acquired during the renovation would become essential tools as she navigated the magical and unpredictable world that awaited her in and tomorrow was the start of going to her new school called Maple Park High School in New Orleans where she is going to meet a lonely boy while she is the opposite of him where she's the ''Shy girl'' .