Forget Me Nots

Chapter 1- Memory Lane

Two weeks ago I was happy.

Two weeks ago I had friends.

And two weeks ago I found out, all the sane comfort of the place I called home would be disappearing into the oblivion.

Exactly fourteen days prior my dad told me he found a better job. At the time I wasn't entirely sure what it meant for me, I was just happy he found something he liked. I didn't press any further as frankly he wasn't someone to share about his job, any questions I had would have probably been left unanswered so I dropped it.

It didn't dawn on me till later that evening when my parents were house hunting on Remax.com, that we were definitely moving. This wasn't the typical move either, instead he was planning on hauling our entire lives across the country or in this case as far as a thirteen hour drive would take us.

I resented the idea, however it wasn't like I was leaving much behind. I didn't have many friends, even though I lived here for the entirety of my sixteen years of reality. I didn't mind much. Maybe I'd actually make friends in this new place, in which the name of I cared little about.

I had always befriend people, sure but I never felt connected to anyone. Mainly just acquaintances.

I had only had one real friend, he was a bit more than a friend. I'm not leaving him though. I only have memories and a flower from the last time I saw him. We were nine years old then, maybe I'm just waiting for closure.

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The day to leave had arrived. The cool late August air  brushed along my face. At least I was starting school with everyone else.

We packed the last of our things in the car. I quickly turned around realizing we had almost forgotten my parent's favourite child in the house. I picked her up and carried her to the car.

Somehow we had almost forgotten Mittens. She was a decently large grey cat with white paws on all fours and a white stripe in the middle of her forehead. It's a cliche thing to name a cat but she came with the name when we adopted her, my dad found it rather unsettling that we would ever change the name of the pet we adopted, so it stuck. He pampered her, she only had gourmet cat food and had a cat tree in just about every room of the house. Hence, she's their favourite.

I set her in the car before climbing in, looking back at the place I would no longer call home. My dad's slightly annoying voice rang out into my ears.

"All aboard the Marvent express! Off to our new adventure!" I had little to no idea how one man could have so much energy especially when the sun hadn't even signalled we were legally allowed to be awake.

The car started with a low rumble as he backed out and drove down the neighbourhood, my home fading out of view.

I silently gazed out the window as the familiar trees and land marks of the town in which I called home for so long faded from visual existence.

Mittens was cuddled on her normal place of my lap. Petting her head however this time didn't seem to ease my stress. I always hated change. The familiar feeling of abandonment, of loosing myself consumed me. I had felt this before. I turned around before rummaging in my bag for my headphones.

I put them in choosing a familiar song to ease my rambling nerves.

After a while I started getting drowsy, my hand subconsciously brushed against the locket around my neck making sure the most valuable item I possessed was making the journey with me.

I slipped into the state of light slumber, as the music filled my ears like gentle coo coaxing me into reminiscing dreams. The memories started flooding in.