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Rory Hemmingway
New town. New me.
Leaving my hometown to get away from my protective brother, I have no idea what is in store for me. A part of me is terrified.
Curious.
Excited.
Nervous.
All sorts of feelings brew inside of me, and I keep figuring out what I want to do. I’m not certain what is going to be okay, but I do know this is what I want and I’m not going to worry about it.
I’m close enough that my brother, Jacob, would be able to see me whenever he wants and then Mary, our little sister, would be able to see me as well.
I don’t know why he is so protective of me when he knows that I can handle myself.
Nothing stands in my way when I put my mind to it even though it is not easy.
I just keep wondering what might come from it and if I’ll end up meeting that special person.
Due to the fact that Jacob had to work together, movers came and carried all of my stuff in. For that I was grateful because I wouldn’t need to worry about it at all. I really hate lifting boxes.
I’m more excited to meet my new neighbors and see what kind of people they are. I have always longed to meet new people and be able to build something for myself.
I’m not sure if it’ll be alright but I do know this is what I want.
And I’m not going to let anything else come from it.
I mean seriously, I feel like nothing is going the way that I need it to. Running my fingers through my hair, I suddenly feel like I’m being watched, making me look up.
Nothing.
It’s not an unpleasant feeling or one that leaves a sour taste in my mouth. I think this is just what I’d end up doing and I wouldn’t need to worry about it.
I guess one way or the other, this is what I’ll have to do.
I just wonder what might come from it then.
“What’s going on?” One of the men asks as he is coming to me to get paperwork signed, “you seem a little lost in space.”
I just smile and shake my head as I sign the papers, “it’s nothing. I just felt like I was being watched but I’m sure it was my imagination.”
“Well, you do have to be careful because you’re a beautiful woman and you don’t want to have unwanted attention.” He tells me, shaking his head slightly, “so make sure that you are safe.”
I hate when people say that because they think that I don’t know how to handle myself. If anything, I’d prefer that they leave me the hell alone and I wouldn’t need to worry about anything.
It’s clear to me that this is what needs to happen when I’m doing it for myself.
One way or the other, I’m going to get what I want and not worry about a thing.
“Don’t worry, I will be fine.” I assure him, offering the man a tight smile.
I just want him to get away from me and soon the workers are already packing up and leaving. I’m quite okay with that, thinking that this is just what I want to do, and I don’t want to do anything else with it.
With how I’m feeling, I think that I just want to crawl into bed and not worry about anything else. With how things are going, it’s like nothing I could have ever dreamed about, and it is a little nerve-wracking to be here on my own.
