It Started With A Rock

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5:57 Am

Stupid alarm clock! Why would it ring so early? I know, my school starts at 8:30 and I need to start walking at 7:45, but I want to sleep. And on top of that, my alarm should ring at 6:00!

I hit the alarm with my arm and I yawn. I sit up and grab an elastic band from my night stand. I gather my messy brown hair, and I secure my ugly messy bun. I walk out of my bed and I head to my closet. I yank out my white jeans and a grey flowery shirt. I grab my undergarments and I walk to my bathroom.

I put my phone on my docking station, and I put on my summer playlist. It's only April, but school is ending soon. I strip out of my old pajamas. I was myself and I walk out.

I dry my ugly hair. People tell me they like it, but I honestly dislike my hair. Once I'm done, I curl the tips and I get dressed.

I've never loved makeup, but I choose to put some anyway. I grab brown mascara and I apply some. I lightly brush on some coral blush. I place some lip balm on my lips and I squirt on some Vanilla bean perfume.

"Done!" I tell myself.

I grab my school bag and stuff my school work and books in it. I grab my phone and I check the time. 7:02! Great! I'm going to be late, if I don't hurry my butt!

I walk down the stairs quietly as I hear the voices of my middle aged parents in the kitchen. I place my ear on the wall and listen, breathing quietly, even though I breath louder because of my Asthma.

"How are we going to tell her?" I hear my father ask. I wonder who they're talking about.

"Amanda is going to be happy about the big surprise! Right?" I hear my mother ask. What surprise? I'm starting to get scared!

"She always said she liked Washington! She's going to love it!" My dad says to my mother. What? What are they on? I'm not moving.

Just as they were about to say something else, I start to cough. Seconds later, my mom walks to the stairs. I have to pretend I don't know that were leaving.

"Sweetheart, hurry. You're going to be late!" She tells me.

"Uh... erm..." I stutter. I've always been this way. If I know something that I shouldn't know, I'll start to sweat and stutter.

"You okay honey?" My father asks coming into the hallway that leads you to the staircase. I nod and walk past them.

I run to the cupboard and look for a poptart. I find one and I stuff it in my bag. I run to the front door, with my mom trailing behind me. I grab my combat boots and I quickly put them on.

Just as I was about to leave, my mom stops me. She turns me around. I fake smile at her and she returns the action. My dad hands me and envelope. I take it and I sigh.

"Open it!" My mother smiles. I tear off the sticky part. I put my left hand in it and I take out... three plane tickets... for Monday?!

"What the hell is this?" I never cuss. Unless I'm extremely mad or I've stubbed my toe on the side of a chair.

"We're moving to Washington!" My dad announces. I look at them like I'm about to kill them. My parents give me both a sympathetic smile.

"Why?" I ask. I'm waiting for an answer but all I hear is a giggle come from my mom.

"You're meeting your grandma!" She says with a smile. I've always wanted to meet her.

But by meet her, I mean like on Christmas. I don't want to move to her state. I'm extremely fine here.

"When are we moving?" I ask my mom and dad. They both sigh and walk to the closet beside the show rack. They pull out a nice black suitcase.

"Since today is Friday, you have one day to say goodbye to all of your friends. I'm sorry." My mom says as she passes me the expensive looking suitcase.

What? Why would I want to have one more day. One more! I'm not that friended... but I have my group.

"I asked you a question. When the hell are we moving?" I ask. This time a single year escapes my eye.

"Monday at 3:30 am! I'm super excited!" My mother shoots.

I drop the stupid suitcase and I run out of my old house. I walk down the walk way and I hear my mother shoot.

"We're picking you up at 1:30! Say goodbye!"

Does she honestly think I'm going to do this. I have one year... one year till I'm free. I get to move back here!

I walk into the halls of my now old school. I walk to my rundown locker and I pack away my stuff. I get weird looks from people who cross the halls, but some smile.

Brittany Adams walks by and calls me a Slut. When does she not? I apparently stole Kyle from her. I don't even like him. He just likes me. No big deal.

I see my best friend, Sophia walk past me. I call her name and she walks to me. She looks at me with a confused look.

"I'm moving." I tell her. She just nods. Does she already know?

"I know. We all know! Your parents told ours and they told us." She says with a sad smile on her lips.

"I don't want to!" I whine. She smiles and hands me a paper.

"Open it in the plane. I have to get to class and we won't see each other after 5th period, but you'll be at home then. I love you Manda! Don't forget me. I will always love you!" She says with tears dropping down her tanned skin. I smile and hug her.

"Goodbye?"

"No... bye!"

1:56

I walk into my packed up room. Are you being serious? They already packed up my stuff.

I open my closet and I place all 're close in my suitcase. Its a small enough suitcase, so I only put the clothes I want to keep in it.

I find Tyler, my best guy friend's sweater. I have always secretly liked him. I sniff it and I place it on my bed.

When I'm done packing I put on Tyler's sweater and a pare of leggings on. I walk down the old wooden stairs.

"Mom! Dad!" I call out. I hear there foot steps.

"Yes?" They both say with boxes in their hands.

"I'm going to Tyler's house!" I tell them. They nod.

6:37 PM

I knock on his apartment door and his Mom, Karen opens the door.

"Hello Amanda! He's in his room." She says, pointing to his room.

I thank her and I walk to his door. I knock four times and he pulls me in. His eyes are blood shot and his eyes are wet. Is he... crying?

"Hi..." he says quietly, barely audible. I give him a smile and I sit at the foot of his bed.

He sits up and grabs my shoulders, bringing me towards him. We lay in bed. I place my head on his chest. I hear his heart beat.

"Your heart is beating very fast." I giggle. He chuckles and looks down at me.

"It's because I'm finally doing what I've been waiting to do for years" he tells me. I look at him with a confused expression.

"Amanda Bailey, I am in love with you!"