"Welcome to Tulsa" i said saricastically reading off the rusted sign. I put down my book, and rolled down my window to observe my new home.  people dressed percular, wearing things like cowboy hats, i giggled at the sight. Im really into photography, so i always have my camera on me,besides i wanted to upload pictures on facebook to show my friends back in maine my new home. I took pictures of the buildings and scenary. It was pretty warm there, such an alteration from maine. "pretty isnt it?" my mother said grinning. I could tell she had been reminisning in her mind, the memories she had from this town, after all, it was her birth place. "yea.." i said still taking pictures out of my window. i turned in my seat facing more towards my mother. "is it much different? you know. from when you lived here?" "not much. "she said still smirking. "i just hope the gang violence went down around here." I raised my eyebrows. my mom said gangs so nonchaulant. Back in maine, gangs were practicly unheard of. I am courageous in facing things like bungie jumping or trying moms wierd cooking recipes, but gangs? the word sent chills through my body. I just shut it out of my mind and turned towards the window to take more pictures..

"kylie put down ur book for five minutes, this is our neighborhood" she said with excitement, pulling the book out of my hands. I looked out my window seeing the average. Kids jumping rope, Teenagers flirting and having fun at the park, people walking dogs. I didnt know entirely what i had expected from this small town, but i was pleasently suprised, it was strangely similar to maine. As far as looks go, at least. "and this is our home" my mom said smiling. It was a cute house, i was content with it. We walked in with our excessively heavy suitcases and i brought mine upstairs quickly so my arms didnt snap off. "last door on the left ky!" my mom yelled up to me from down stairs. I threw my bags on the bed letting out a sigh. I smiled. the room was exactly my style.  (this had been my aunts house, so it had the basics of a room already.) it was mainly a cream white and pink. it was small, but i liked it that way. it looked old fashion, particularly the furniture. I looked out the window, there was a beautiful pink and orange sunset that lit up my room, and the trees in the back yard. I began putting my clothes away, when my mom interupted "kylie. lets go meet your brother okay?" she said, again with the nonchaulant tone. "Uhm I was thinking it might be best if we go tomorrow? im kind of exausted." i said trying to excuse myself. "ky." my mom said sitting next to me on the floor. "i know ur nervous. but it will all be okay. now come on." she said standing up and leaving my room. I changed my clothes into somthing more presentable and we were on our way. "howd u manage to reach him anyway?" i asked my mom in the car. "ur father." She said in an unfortunate tone. "oh." i said suprised, since she hasnt talked to him in years. We pulled up to a house around 7 30. i will admit i was pretty nervous. but i forced myself forward towards the door. My mom rang the door bell, and Dallas answered the door. I have to admit he hardly looked like me, he had brown hair and brown eyes and he was around 6 foot. he had this rugged bad boy look to him, he was honestly a little scary. such a difference from my green eyes and blonde hair. I smiled uncomfortably. "kylie." i said reaching out my hand. He shook it. And we walked in. "so dallas. nice to meet you." my mom said smiling. "yea uh. you to." We walked into the kitchen. there was a girl in there making food and a little boy playing with blocks. "aw whos this?" i went over to the little boy crouching down next to him. "blaze, my kid." Dallas said. "well hes adorable." i said smiling. "and this is blair my wife" he said. We exchanged greetings and me dallas and my ma went out to dinner at a local diner. I learned alot about him, but i feel like he refrained from talking about alot of things. i guess we'll have to meet up some other time, just me and him to get to know eachother better. Tulsa's not so bad...i could like it here.

-ky

long way from home..

after the exceedingly long argument that lasted for days, and all the screaming, crying, and goodbyes. it was the day. i was finally leaving maine. my mother yelled for me to get in the car. i took one last breathe of the clean, mountain air, and forced myself into the car. the further west we got, the more sick i felt. ya see, i havent seen, or talked to my brother, father, or cousin since i was small. and my mom thinks i should get to know the rest of my family. but frankly, i didnt need to. Ive been perfecty content with out them for years.. but of course thier was the occasional wondering. wondering what they were like,what they looked like, and what thier lives were like as well.but like i said, I didnt see why i had to bring these people into my life, when i was fine without them. besides, my father seemed like an ass hole in plain english, for leaving my mom, and i dont forgive him. my mom just couldnt fathom me not wanting to meet the rest of my family. So. shes dragging my butt to Tulsa,Oklahoma. and were going to be here for a while. the car ride was almost entirely quite, until my mom broke the uncomfortable silence. "listen ky..i know you dont want to go, but you cant go through your life not knowing the other side of you family." my mom said sympetheticly, as she lit a cigarette. i coughed " mah, come on dont smoke in the car" i said waving my hand to get the smoke out of my face. my mom gave me the cigarette and i threw it out the window. "mom. its done. its whatever, im not going to complain about it, il meet them...if it makes you happy." I said trying to hide my sadness. i saw my mom flash a small toothless smile. i stared out the window blankly. seeing other cars driving the opposite direction of us on the highway. lucky them. going to maine. i was never a complainer, but this was an exception. After listening to every sad song i had on my ipod, my mom telling me what oklahoma is like, and what my father was like, we were finally stopping at a hotel in kentucky. it was 11 o clock at night and i was beat. so i fell right into bed. but my mind refused to rest, racing thoughts distracted me from sleep. Goodbye maine, Hello oklahoma.