Little Moments

Chapter 1

I wake up to my obnoxious alarm clock beeping and screaming at me to get up, despite that I've been dreading to wake up on this day.

I press the snooze button, slowly crawl out of bed, and unplug the alarm clock that's sitting on my bare bedroom floor so I can put it in my last box to put in the truck.

I then slip on some jeans and a forest green t-shirt, along with my leather cowboy boots. I brush my wavy caramel blonde mess into a ponytail, and head into the kitchen.

I sit down at the table to find toast with peanut butter spread onto each piece, and orange juice. "Eat up." My mom says as she enters the kitchen.

"We have to be out of here by eight."

I start stuffing the toast into my mouth, despite the fact that I can't stand peanut butter on toast. I also take a couple sips of orange juice, which I actually like.

"Aren't you excited?" Mom asks me with an elated smile spreading across her face. But I don't answer, because i'm almost positive she already knows that I am in no way excited.

"Mom, can I have a pancake?" My seven year old sister, Taylor asks. "Nope. We don't have enough time. Have some toast." Taylor sits down with her arms crossed as mom hands her the toast. She stares at it with a snarl, and then finally starts to quickly eat it, despite that she hates it too.

I stand up from the table and walk back to my room. It's depressing to see my room so empty. No sheets on the bed, all of the pictures and posters stripped from the walls, and no clothes in the closet. I pick up the last box, take one last look at my room, and then carry the box outside and stuff it in the truck.

I sit down in the long grass of the front lawn, which hasn't been mowed since the accident, and stare at my house. I really am going to miss it here. All of my friends, family, and childhood memories live here in Tennessee. But now I'm being forced to leave it all behind.

I pick at the threads hanging from my ripped jeans as Mom and Taylor walk out the front door with a couple more boxes, and it feels like my heart has sank down into the pit of my stomach. Because it's time to leave for good.

"Get in the truck girls. It's eight thirty, we've got to get going." I climb into the back of the truck and close the door. We pull out of the driveway and I watch our home disappear outside the window until it's completely gone, and I can't see it at all anymore. I'll probably never see it again.