Creative writing
“Just down the aisle and to the right, sir”, the flight attendant directs me to my allocated seat. As I picked up my carry-on luggage down the narrow aisle I couldn’t help but mumble over this debacle that is Economy class
“That cheap bastard”, I mutter under my breathe as I survey my relatively small portion of the plane that I’ll have to endure for the next 24 hours better get used to it, I thought, as I nestled myself back into this uncomfortable excuse of a chair Jason has already taken his seat next to me but refuses to make eye contact or even acknowledge me. I knew he was be resentful but his bad attitude is beginning to wear on me. I wish he would just talk to me even if he yelled I just want to know how he is feeling about us moving to Germany. I remember how much he yelled when I broke the news to the rest of the family. They weren’t happy, especially Jason. He was extremely resentful, he cursed, he swore, he expressed his anger by delivering a heavy blow to the coffee table, effectively shattering the delicate glass. Moving to a foreign country would be difficult for anyone but Jason taking it particularly hard. The expression on his face when we drove away from the house he called home for the last 15 years tore me open with guilt. He won’t know anyone in Daun, but I’m worried that he mightn’t even attempt to establish a connection to our new lifestyle. I can foresee him locking the door to his chances of belonging in this new community. He won’t even try, he’ll just haul himself into his room and like the hermit he is. Probably on his phone talking to his friends at school. He never leaves his phone. Not even for a second will he let it out of his sight. He says he doesn’t have a girlfriend, but everyone in the house hears his late night phone calls with this mysterious friend that needs help with ‘his’ assignment in the middle of the night.
On moving day, I spent countless hours hauling boxes onto the carrier that would deliver our possessions to Germany and Jason didn’t even move an inch. I could understand why he was doing it but it didn’t mean my back had to suffer as a result of his resentful attitude. My back still feels like it has been split in two and Just thinking about being this uncomfortable chair for the next 24 hours isn’t helping the situation.
*
I dropped my bags with disgust as we were shown to our new home. The faded nature of the blue paint and the half torn gutter that this place hasn’t been looked after very well
“Jason pick up your luggage and come in side”
As I picked up my bags and made my bags and made my way into this place of handyman’s delight, I placed my bags down in the hallway which had accumulated mountains of dust. I stood there in distraught and thought to myself why I am here. My parents have forced me to this strange country, with strange people occupying it and there strange customs and traditions.
I don’t want to involve myself with these people there’re just so weird. My room is disgusting I think I saw something alive in there when I put luggage down.
I been put into a house that has been torn apart like my social life Life was good until the bo, my life ss of destruction had called “him” and told him what to do which not only had impacted him but my whole family as well because the major changes to our life which had accumulated from a normal Australian life to an instant German lifestyle.
“Jason come and help us unload, stop standing there looking like you’re a mole in the light”
I had instantly woken up from my distraught version of myself and woke up back to reality, I could smell it in the air that I was away from home.
*
The kids from the local school had come down to welcome me to the country, only one of them spoke English so what every the others said the black haired pail skinned German kid would translate for them pssh
“Go away I don’t want to be your friend”
*
Why was he doing this he basically shot dead all chances of making friends? Jason climbed up the stairs and slammed his door. Probably to go on his phone, SLAM a massive thump was delivered to the floor
“No reception god damn it, this place is crap”
With no reception Jason just sat in his room and did nothing all day every day.
