Misha's POV
---Berkshire, UK-----
"Misha, wake up darling, we are here" mom said. Groaning, I slowly opened my eyes and regretted it immediately as the sun's rays were directly burning my eyes.
"MOOOOM!! Why did you open the car window!!! Uuuuurgh!!!", I complained and covered my eyes for a few minutes and glared at my lovely and inconsiderate mom.
"Stop complaining missy, I just wanted you to enjoy the view and fresh air" my mom explained.
"And that is not the proper way to talk to your mother" my mom glared at me for a moment and started laughing.
"Are you bipolar or something mom?" I joked looking at her with a blank face.
"Look at who is talking" she said, looking at me again and snickered. I laughed upon hearing it.
"Who are you going to be this year?" my mom inquired.
"I don't know yet" I answered.
"Why? You were always prepared whenever we transferred" mom pointed out.
"Yeah, but this time, we will be staying for a very long time right? You even told me that we might stay here for good, so I don't see a reason for me to rock a new style" I explained.
"Well I guess you are right about that. Glad you got over your obsession" mom said and pulled me in a hug.
"Mom? It was not an obsession, it is not like I was crazy, I just enjoyed trying out different sides of other people's personality" I corrected.
"It is the same thing honey." my mom laughed hysterically thereafter and released me from her hold. She wiped her invisible tear and looked at me calmly with her blue eyes.
"Misha, whoever you wanted or decided to be, is not important for me, I just want you to be happy and be successful in life" my mom said as she was holding my hand.
"Thank you mom, I appreciate it. I love you so much and I would also love to stop this drama right now, because it is so not you", we both laughed and cuddled at the backseat.
My mom and I are very close and she supports me in everything that I do, even the stupid things would sometimes be fine with her.
She is a single mother and still managed to provide for all of my needs and send me to prestigious schools. I love her to death because even though she was very busy with her work, she made sure that she is always present in every occasion at home and events in school. There was no day in my life that I was hungry because she always fill the fridge and kitchen cabinets with food. She even taught me how to cook for myself so I would never go hungry whenever she goes on a few business trips. She is the best mom and don't forget, the most beautiful mom of all. People always mistook her as my sister, that is how young she looks for her age. She has a long and wavy naturally blonde hair and she is very sexy and she's almost 6 feet tall. Her nose is small and has a slightly pouty lips. She has long lashes and blue eyes which resembles that of the calm sea. What would you expect for a runway model, of course she would need those physical features. I on the other hand is just "Okay" for my taste, but people would always say I look a little bit different from my mother but I look as gorgeous as her. I don't believe them though, I would consider myself an 8 and my mother a 10. The only difference we have with my mother is my hair and eyes. I have a long chestnut brown hair and golden brown colored eyes. My mom and I almost have the same height, but she is 3 inches taller than me. I am 17 and my mother is 39. She got pregnant in her early 20s but I was not an accident. My parents actually got married when they were still in college. They finished their degrees when I was 1 year old. I never got to meet my father, my mother said he died in an accident when he went to travel for work. He is an archeologist and earns very well. He is also quite handsome from the pictures shown to me by mom but she never includes it in our album. I got my hair and eye color from him.
She said we need to move on with our lives so we will just keep my father in our hearts. My mother decided to change her last name to her maiden last name which is 'Pavlov' and I took that name as well. She said that there were bad people searching for us after my father's death so we need to change our names. I asked why but she said it is better for me not to know. I don't know my real last name and was curious for some point in my life but decided to just drop it. My mother never got married again or even thought of doing so. She loves my dad so much that she turns down every suitor that asks for her hand. I honestly want her to love again, but she said, the love that my father gave her was enough to last an eternity. She gets melodramatic when it comes to discussing about my father, but she shared quirky and funny moments with him as well. He said he was a nerd and she was the Queen bee at the time that they met. Cliche' right? *rolling eyeballs*
I was cut off from my thoughts when the car stopped in front of a mansion.
"Are we going to visit a friend mom?" I asked curiously scanning the magnificent view in front of us.
"Maybe later, we need to unload our things first" she said and instructed the driver to get our luggages and opened the car doors. I was stunned and confused. Is this what I think it is?
- To be continued -