By Aly
I had just gotten home from Camp Kindle, I was happy, ecstatic even, And I felt as if I was on top of the world, my life was perfect. I looked around and saw my mothers black jeep rounding the corner. I smiled wide and said goodbye to my friends, carrying my luggage, I headed to the car, and hugged my parents. My father, whom I now call Jeff, picked up my luggage and put them into the trunk of the car.
I got in, putting on my seatbelt, and my father started the car easing it forward, and driving onto the highway. My mom turned around and said with a straight face "We're moving."
My face went blank, I hadn't even been able to tell Cayla and Courtney goodbye. "What?" I exclaimed.
"I said we're moving." Repeated my mother. She smiled as if moving was going to be great.
I quietly nodded sad, and leaned my head against the window closing my eyes.
~~Two years later~~
Now in 6th grade, I finally got through to my parents that I had not wanted to move here. But I was silently suffering through the years I am forced to live here, dreaming about the day where I can move, and be done with this town. I am not preppy like I once was, nor do I care what I look like, I feel as if those have no meaning in my once city lifestyle. But now I know that not all of life will be easy, like I once thought it, but I know that life is a game, and mine is just a pawn in someone else's game…
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