The Perfect Game

The Move

It was a nice day, for Autumn anyway. It was cloudy but there were peaks at which the sun would slip through. My mom, my dad, and my cat: Willburr and I were rolling down Stillhouse Road when we passed them. My soon to be "best friends". Erikah and Leae. Tall, skinny, perfect hair and make-up. I could tell in that split second of looking at them that they were popular. They were sitting on pourch swing on there iPhones watching our car roll by. Three more houses past till the new one. Which was obviously mine. Two story house with four bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, a kitchen, a back and front pourch, a finished basment, and no furneture whatsoever. We passed many houses that were run down and small. I could tell that people would consider me as the rich kid, based on our neighborhood, at school. Ugh. School. A place were kids can go to "learn". More like get socialy killed by not dressing right or being skinny enough. I've always been naturally skinny and well built and it has helped with sports.  Anyway, we parked the car and I picked up Willburr and he gave out a soft meow. I grabbed my suitcase from the trunk and walked up the freshly cemented walkway to our house. I stopped at the door and looked to my left. The two girls on the pourch swing were consummed in their phones. To that I opened the glass door then the front door. It scared me alittle bit that the front door was open but my parents didn't seem to care so I let the feeling go. I went strait up to my room (struggling with Willburr and my suit case) and closed my door. My parents would take care of the boxes. I told them to just leave mine at my door and I would get them tomarrow. They knew I was exhausted and let me go to bed. All that was in my room was a metal bed frame with a bare mattress with two pillows and a wooden night stand. I left my suitcase in the middle of the floor and sat on the bed still holding Willburr. I layed down on my back, my auburn hair spred out like a fan, and held Willburr up like he was an airplane. I swayed him left, righ, up and down and made a slight engine noice under my breath. He purred intensely. Willburr loved this. He was a cubby cat. Dark and light long, grey fur overed him making look even more fat. He had a little jowl and an adorable frown permanent on his face. I lowered my arms and squeezed him close to me. Willburr was my only friend left. I moved away from all of mine. Moving from Pennsylvania to Ohio was a struggle. My parents had no job permotion or anything they just felt they needed a change. So that choice screwed up my life. I closed my eyes and thought about my old house, but before i could even rememeber it my mind slipped into it's sleep relm.