My Girl

Leaving

Alana

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. 7am. today is the day my parents and I move. I don't want to move. I live, well lived, in Texas. I'm leaving behind my passion and love for music and acting. I love music more but recently got involved in acting. I am moving to Nevada. I've never been anywhere west of Texas so this is gonna be all new. In case you were wondering, just because I am Texan doesn't mean I ride a horse or I talk with a thick country accent. I don't, however I do like barbecue.
I shut off my alarm and drag myself out of bed. All my clothes are packed except for an outfit I have picked out for today. I put on my black skinny jeans, blue t-shirt that says "I'd rather be in bed", I put my hair in a messy bun and put on my vans. I bring my pillow and a small blanket my friend Adam gave me before he moved away a few years back. We were in sixth grade. He was the boy who already started to grow a beard. Although he only had stubble. Me and Adam have been friends since we were babies. He lived next to me. We were neighbors. His parents were friends with mine. Adam moved to Chicago to persist his musical talents. He can play guitar and now drums and even flute. I still don't know why he chose flute but that's his business, however he is really good at it. All I do is sing and now am learning to play guitar.
I put light make up on and bring a small bag with money, my phone, a car charger, and some pictures of good memories of my childhood with Adam. I'm gonna miss Houston(a city in Texas) with all the memories I have here and the family I have here. I have no one in Nevada. My parents thought it was time for a change. They wanted me to start over and make a new friend. I just want Adam back with me. Sure we still talk on the phone and text, but it's not the same. I miss him. Now I'm gonna be further away from him.
"Alana hurry up! we are going to miss the plane!" my mom yells up the stairs. I quickly grab my things and take one lass look at my room and out the window. I took pictures on my phone of my house so I could always have my home with me without me being there. I open my room door and turn around. "I'll miss you and all the memories and treasures you hold." I said quietly. I close my door and walk downstairs.
I had left a copy of my notebook for who ever would move into this house. I kept the original just so I could remember how I felt certain days and how my previous dates were. I wrote about school and my sadness. I however, did not write or copy any of my songs. I am a songwriter and want to keep my music with me.
I said goodbye to my old house and the boy who lived next store's house from the car. Goodbye to the memories and comfort. As I got i. the car, I shed a few tears. This is my first time moving and I hate it. My dad drives off to the air port and I stare out the window sad. I don't want to leave everything. I feel like I am leaving an old piece of me and my life, but I'm leaving a good piece.
As we go through security, I remember times when me and Adam would go to the park in our neighborhood

~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~

"Look how high I am Alana!" Young 6 year old Adam yelled. We both loved swings. We loved them. more than slides and monkey bars. "I'm higher than you!" I screamed. Me being the genius i was, I let go of the metal chains attached to the swing and ended up falling back first.

Adam ran and called my parents. I went to the doctor only to find that nothing was wrong and that I should be more careful.

~~~~END OF FLASHBACK~~~~

Adam was so caring and loving. He's my other half. I miss him. I hope that Nevada will bring some hope my way.
I board the plane and find my seat. I luckily have a whole row to myself. I look around and there are no babies or little kids on board. I love kids but on planes, they can get annoying. Before I know it, the plane takes off and i am in tears. I stare out the window and replay everything from my first memory of swimming, Adam, singing, family movie nights, summer nights staring up at the stars and singing a lullaby to keep my mind off of school and life. I hope one day someone finds my journal and reads through everything. Maybe someone different will listen and hear. Nevada, here I come.