Moving Day
Nics POV (POV Means Point Of View)
Today was the day I dreaded. It was the day that I move from my home in Seattle, Washington to a home in San Diego, California. I was not excited. I had to leave my best friend ever, Kaycee and my second best friend Pheobe. I haveI am really anti-social so I knew I wouldn’t make friends anytime soon. Also, my friends helped me through tough times. The times I felt that I didn’t deserve to live or eat, the times that I felt that I was a waste of space, time, and money, and finally the times I felt that everyone hated me. And I had to leave them. I had no idea how I would survive.
When I got to the hell hole I called school which was probably the only thing I wouldn’t miss, I ran to my bestie Kaycee and we started talking and crying because we knew we would probably never see each other again. We still had skype, texting, and social media but it wouldn’t be the same. All through my classes I got good-byes and I said bye to all of my friends that I would miss when I left Seattle. It was probably one of the sadest days of my life.
I thought it might be alright until I heard my enemies, bullies, etc. say stuff like,
“Thank god the emos leaving.”
“She’d probably die before she got to her new home.”
“Thank god we don’t have to deal with her anymore.” I thought,
‘what did I do to them that made them hate me? Am I just that bad of a person. Do people get depressed just because I’m in a room. I felt like dying. Whats the point anyway? We all will die someday, and I already have to leave my friends. Some might ask,
‘what about your family?’ Well, to start, I was adopted, and probably will never know my real parents because my mom died giving birth to me and my dad died from suicide because my mom died. So technically, I am responsible for not only my mothers death, but my fathers too. Plus, I never saw my adoptive family as my real family. They were just substitutes. They probably wish they could take me back to the place I came from. We fight practically everytime I see them anyway. If you were wondering, right now I’m in English not paying attention because I’m moving anyway. The only classes I can pay attention in are math (sometimes) science, and choir. Yes, Im a singer. I always have loved singing. It calms me. Though I’m not sure I can even do that good enough, people say I’m amazing but I think they just pity me so they don’t hurt my feelings. Suddenly, the bell rang bringing me out of my thought. Thinking of choir, my sixth period which is the period I go to now, is choir. I rush there and get to my spot in the third row. Kaycee and Pheobe are both in my class. We start with warm-ups and then sing the song we have been learning. I have a solo in it. Once we finish, my friends and I group up and high-five. Then, in my last class 8th period (even day) I have french 2. My crush is in this class. Though, I don’t know him too well, I know he is smart and kind. When I see him I walk up to him.
“hey.”
“hey. Aren’t you moving today?” he asked.
“yeah. Thats kind of why im here. I wanna say bye.” he looked kinda shocked.
“Okay. Bye. Good luck where your new home is.”
“Thanks. To be honest, I kind of liked you this year.” I looked down. Just then my ‘old’ teacher said.
“Everyone sit down, class is starting.” We sat down and he started his lesson. when the bell rang signaling we were to leave, I went to my locker and put all of my stuff in my backpack. I said one last bye to Pheobe and Kaycee and I went on the bus.
When I got home my house looked empty. technically I wasn’t leaving today, I leave at 4:30 tommorow but we packed today. I went to my room and put my last few belongings in a box and I listened to music until I fell asleep.
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Thanks so much for reading! I hope you liked it and if not, too bad. Its my story not yours! I really enjoyed writing this part so im happy it all worked out alright. By the way, I might put random music on the side, because I like music and I hope you like music.
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Romance(name will be changed soon, once I think of one.) When Nic (short for Nicole) moves to California, she tells goodbye to all of her friends and even told her crush that she liked him. Nic is anorexic and has depression. She completely forgets a...
