A cold November breeze flicked Alex's hair into her face as she turned towards the sound of yet another car. As it pulled around the corner, she sighed. Her mom still wasn't here, and probably wouldn't be for awhile. Alex shivered and pulled her hood over her head after feeling a few drops of rain hit her scalp. This was her last day of school at Eastport High. Over the weekend she was set to move an hour's drive away, as much as she loved it here. There always was a certain comfort in the solitude of a larger city. You could go anywhere and people wont notice you. Even at her school, Alex never got much attention in spite of the fact she's lived in this city her whole life. She just wasn't very social. The only real friend she had, Claire, committed suicide last year. Everyone was told it was a car accident, but only Alex knew it for what it was. Claire texted her minutes before, saying "I'm over it. I'm done being the person no one wants. Now, i don't want me either." Alex was the only one that openly accepted Claire's preference for dating girls. Everyone else constantly taunted her, her grades slipped, her parents couldn't stand the sight of her. Neither Alex nor Claire understood why whats in your heart was more important than the simplicity of life itself. Claire was always a good kid. She "seemed" straight. Yet for some reason these kids couldnt stand to look past her sexuality.
With another sigh, Alex opened her eyes, breaking her concentration on that memory. Seconds later, a familiar dirty white pickup screeched around the corner, jerking Alex back down to earth. FINALLY. Her mom stopped the car in front of her, then reached over and flung the passenger door open. "Get in, hurry," said her exasperated mother. "The movers got the date wrong. They're at the house waiting." Alex grabbed her backpack and said a mental goodbye to the big brick building that held nothing special as far as memories go. Even so, Alex watched it disappear.
Once they reached the house, Alex and her mom immediately folded open boxes and started packing them with the nearest object. They would have done a neater job, had the movers come the day they were supposed to. As soon as it was all packed, the movers began loading their truck and Alex sat against the wall where her bed once was. She sighed and thought about how much she went through in this house. Her mother lived in this house when she gave birth to Alex. This is where she grew up. In this spot, her mom sat next to her and told her about the divorce when she was ten. She first played with Claire in this room when they were eight. Claire came out as a lesbian to her here. She got the text saying Claire had died here. But now, all because her father wouldn't leave them alone, they had to leave now, quickly.
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Hi guys. This is my first story on here so it's probably not going to be that great. I wasnt quite sure how long to make the chapters, and this is kinda slow moving haha. Hopefully it gets better.
