Moving. Not a new thing for me. Sense my dad died we have moved like 4 times already, but this time mom promised that we would actually stay here. I honestly wasn't that excited to move, I mean yeah it was a nice house but we lived in a house far more beautiful and perfect when dad was alive. Then everything changed. He was in a car accident. A couple of drunk and stupid teenagers hit him. But I don't feel like talking about that terrible moment. All I remember was mom crashed to the floor in a ball and sobbed for hours. I couldn't get her to move.
Another thing I hate about moving is a new school, which means new people, teachers, and bullies. I have always been bullied for being short, skinny, not the smartest kid on the face of Earth. It got so bad I actually started thinking about suicide. But guess what? We moved. All that changed. I think I'm okay now though I understand somewhat why I'm on this planet.
The one thing that I feel I can escape this treacherous world with is music. I can just express everything with it. Whoever invented music saved my life.
"Leah did you grab your stuff?" My mom asked. I jumped because I realized I had just been starring off into space.
"Uh, no I will though." I replied. I walked into our old apartment and grabbed the last box from my room. I hate the feeling of cardboard on my finger nails. I walked out and plopped the box in my mom's truck. "There."
"Thank you." She said quietly. I looked her in the eyes and I saw tears filling her big brown eyes. I knew this would be hard for her. She does it every time. I try to just let her deal with it. She wiped the tears away and started the ignition. The roaring truck came alive as we drove off to our new "dream" house, as my mom said.
