The Basement

Leaving

A week after the ouija board incident it was time for me and my family to leave.

We had only mentioned the ouija board once since it happened. It was at lunchtime two days after my birthday. "Jess?", asked Monika from across the room while she played a random melody on the piano. During my time at California High I was either in class (obviously) or in the music practice room with my friends. It was where I felt at home, and to be fair we were quite a good group of musicians. Mara on drums, me and Sam on guitar , Monika on piano and Claudia and Savannah on vocals.

"Yeah?", I replied looking up from my guitar. "Have you felt like...I don't know...like someone's been following you ever since we did the ouija board". I really didn't know what to say. The truth was, I had been feeling like someone was constantly behind me. I was constantly suddenly turning round to check if there was anyone there. "Erm, well I-", I was cut off my Claudia. "Stop", she shouted, "this demon shit is really freaking me out! If your gunna discuss this don't discuss it in front of me",she dramatically threw her head in her hands. That was the end of that conversation.

Friday came and I can honestly say it was one of the saddest days of my life. Was I sad to be leaving my school ? HELL NO. But I was sad to be leaving my friends, and I was even sadder to be leaving my family.

The last bell rang. I sighed the biggest sigh ever, I knew what was coming next. I rushed from my class straight to my locker and sat at my desk in form. All five of my friends came in at the exact same time, with the exact same look on there face. "Oh c'mon guys", I whispered, scared that my voice would crack, due to the fact I was about to cry myself, "please don't do this to me". To long painful story short, after a lot of crying and goodbyes I left California High for the last time.

I never thought that I'd be so sad to leave that shit hole.

That night, as we drove to our new home, we drove past California High. I placed my hand on the window and whispered my goodbyes as we drifted further away. When it was out of sight I turned round and looked forward, I didn't look behind me again until we were out of Birmingham, I couldn't. I'm little embarrassed to say that I shed a little tear as we had officially left Birmingham. I cried because we were leaving, I cried because we were moving to Cornwall, I cried because I missed my home already, I cried because I missed my friends already and I cried because my dad wasn't with us. My brother Daniel looked at me knowingly and squeezed my hand re assuringly.