Make it last Forever

Prologue

     It has been a few hours since I finished packing my stuff for my move to New York, the city I hated since my childhood... Indeed, my father got transferred there, so I had no other choice than to settle there. I was already nervous about joining a new high school, a new class in the middle of my senior year.... With high school graduation coming up, I was not happy about having to change schools at that period of the year.

     For a couple of minutes already, I had been looking at the time on my phone, all I had to do was wait for mom to announce our departure; I stood there in the silence of my empty room, as it was already making me feel nostalgic, and the thought of having to leave it was breaking my heart as I had shared so many memories in there.I received a notification, a text from my best friend, once again. She was not happy about my move either, we had been best friends since elementary school and we never got separated since then. But I didn't answer her, I wasn't ready yet, not enough to leave everything behind. It might have seemed selfish of me, since she was also suffering from this change, but I couldn't bring myself to answer her.

     A tear rolled down my cheek as I fully realized I was never going to live in that house again, that I was really leaving and that there was no turning back.

     "Jane, we're leaving in a few minutes, don't forget anything. Oh and I hope you charged your phone well because it's going to be a very long trip and I don't want to hear you bitching!" my mom yelled as she gathered the rest of our stuff.

     "Don't worry mom I' ve got everything with me, just don't forget to tell Joshua we're leaving."

     Joshua was my 14 year old little brother, he also had to leave school in the middle of the year, but fortunately for him, did not have any exams this year unlike me. However, the idea of moving to New York was very appealing to him since he was fond of big cities, while I personally needed the calm of the countryside.

     I grabbed my headphones I had previously shoved in my pocket and placed them in my ears as well as started my Spotify playlist and headed down the stairs, each step getting harder than the last. I reluctantly reached the first floor, announcing to my mother that I was ready to leave. She looked at both of us, forced a smile and then waved us out the door.

     The moment I feared from the start was to say goodbye to our beloved home. I couldn't hold back a tear, which led to another one that made me burst into tears. I was clearly not yet mentally ready to leave everything behind, my entire childhood, my friends, my life.

     Clammy hands, teary eyes, messy ponytail - that's how I looked as soon as I got in the car. Spotify wasn't helping either since I stopped renewing my subscription, my songs went from happy to sad, and my mood changed as well. My eyes were focused on the road, on the winter landscape that was emerging from it, I kept reviewing my past, my friends that I had left behind and I felt terrible.

     "Stupid town, stupid life," I thought aloud.

     "Jane, you're not the only one who isn't excited about leaving town, you know? I had to sell the house, but that's the way it is, Dad is waiting for us in New York, so behave yourself will you?". She answered dryly. I then realized I had spoken out loud.

     The only thing Joshua was focused on was his console and he didn't take his eyes off it, nor did he intend to do anything else during the trip. He sometimes took his eyes off it, but it was rather rare, even more so when he came to talk and that was only to check if we were about to arrive.

     After almost two hours on the road, we stopped at a highway rest stop to fill up and stretch our legs a bit. I entered the store, not intending to buy anything given the relatively high price of the products here.

     I headed to the restroom, I needed a pee break after all. I couldn't describe the way their toilets looked, except that they were freaking disgusting. I looked at each stall and finally entered the least dirty one, but with my luck, I had to stumble upon a stall without any toilet paper, dammit. What the hell was I supposed to do now? Scream for mom to come? I grabbed my phone and searched my contacts — there "mom"!

Contact: Mom

     <SOS!!! Come to the bathroom please, there is no toilet paper and I need to get out of here, pass me some from another stall please!!!>

Delivered

     I just had to wait for her to come and rescue me from there, I just hoped she would notice the message soon enough....

     While I waited for her to come and bring me what I needed, I went on social media, took a look at my instagram feed, went through a few stories and then went on tiktok until my mom finally showed up in the restroom.

     "Jane, I'm here, where are you?" she said before I pulled my foot slightly out of the stall so she would know where I was.

     She walked over to my cabin and handed me a bunch of toilet paper before telling me to hurry up now as we were about to hit the road again. I got out shortly after and headed to the car so we could get back on the road. Shortly after we hit the road again, I put my headphones back on and grabbed the blanket that was on my left to bury myself in.

     I grabbed some snacks from my pocket that I had purchased a few days in advance to devour them while watching the movie I was watching, "Ghost," one of my favorite classics. I could easily write a list of reasons why I love this awesome movie so much. I have indeed been a lover of classic movies since my youngest age: "Romeo and Juliet", "Pride and Prejudice", "Ghost", "Dirty Dancing", "Titanic" had rocked my childhood. I also wanted to live my own love story, even though I knew it probably wouldn't be possible - but as they say, hope is the key.

     After nearly 6 hours of driving and many traffic jams, we arrived at the foot of the apartment. A very New York looking apartment. We took the few boxes that were in the trunk of the car, mainly with our clothes and some little objects since my father had already moved the furniture that we were keeping some days earlier. We then went to drop them off inside the apartment.

     And so began my new life, a life I never could have expected.